Digging a Hole I dig a hole in the quiet earth, feeling the weight of every lifted handful, and the soil tells stories older than mine,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
After everyone left, The quiet didn’t feel peaceful at first. It felt like standing in an emptied apartment listening for footsteps that would never climb the stairs.
By Milan Milicabout a month ago in Poets
Not very far from home, there is a mountain town famous for apple orchards. In the peak of autumn. its doors open for a few weeks,
By Seema Patelabout a month ago in Poets
The Poet’s Pen Went Cold The poet’s pen went cold as ice he stared at words that would not play nice His mind went blank, his tea went stale
Why? Why does the world turn when I feel still, caught between questions I cannot answer, and why does the heart search for meaning,
Once there was a space to breathe and grow, A life rebuilt in a calmer flow. A place where thoughts could freely roam, Far from the weight of the first old home.
By Vabout a month ago in Poets
Introduction The is an Ekphrastic Villanelle I discovered this beautiful artwork on Goddess Central on Facebook, here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a month ago in Poets
The Enchanted Scroll My name written in a place that breathes and waits, curled inside a scroll that knows my every scar.
May you be mindful of why we celebrate mankind's special event Enjoy your family and friends, truly take-in each smile, laugh, hug
By Shirley Belkabout a month ago in Poets
Introduction Vocal has finally got in touch and put forward an acceptable solution that will allow me to stay on as a V+ member, so I thought I would write a poem to celebrate.
Universal Knowledge The universe whispers in gentle phrases, spoken through stars and drifting time, and I pause to listen to its quiet wisdom,
I grew up on pews and polished smiles, knew every hymn before my name. A pastor’s kid — raised on altars, raised to be the flame.
By Hannah Lambertabout a month ago in Poets
