---------------Start---------------------------- From whispering woods, a blur of tawny fur, He stumbled in, a wild heart unprepared.
By Xavier10 months ago in Poets
Little children who are steadfast in the storm… After every storm, Your life will come to you, The best days! Dreams come true!
By Rohitha Lanka10 months ago in Poets
you still sit there, don’t you you still sit there, don’t you as if the world owes you forgiveness as if the air doesn't choke on your breath
By William10 months ago in Poets
They say " necked I come and necked I go.." is a lie My Creator is not a fool Am born packed with talents and potentials
By Irene Mugang Narewec 10 months ago in Poets
On lazy Sundays, after homemade lunch, I loved to hike into the chaparral wilderness. Walking under the oaks, sycamores, and cottonwoods,
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
Our private world will be wider according to "Growing age" More experience More lessons More people we know We will start to discover and learn that
That’s not an ordinary sprawling sycamore tree. To me, it’s legend. Easily older than my grandfather, it must have lived a century.
Moon watching is so peaceful— in all its forms, waning or waxing, sparkling in the dark sky, or floating among the clouds.
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
In my memory, forged in flower petals and the pigmented layers of umbrellas, I think of you. You aren't like my dear Ophelia,
By Ruby Red10 months ago in Poets
I am not religious. I don’t go to shrines. No idols in my house. But there are many things I worship everyday—
