The beast slumbers for now When she rises no one is sure how There are always signs of her coming Leaves fall, the air grows cold
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
my clothes this morning smell of fresh comfort soup and kind friendship simple medicines, but potent, their efficacy amplified by these many weeks
By Wonder Tabout a year ago in Poets
You don’t need to necessarily swim in the sea in summer, and singing does not mean only for singers. What I mean is that whatever one wants to do doesn’t relate to time or talent in any way.
By Emily Chan - Life and love sharingabout a year ago in Poets
In the corners where shadows drift and play, you smile, all teeth, like a wisp of smoke, whisking through my certainties, showing cracks
By Eva A. Schellingerabout a year ago in Poets
Morals elevate the compassionate person You find him the best of people and the best of them in character If he stops fabricating
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
I asked an AI to translate the name Nilufer into a picture and it gave me a pond with beautiful purple Lotus flowers floating in it.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Poets
What an eternity of a moment, From my first vague memory of knowing that I am ALIVE, To this clear moment of recognition that time
By Sabayo Matikuabout a year ago in Poets
You always go deep into my cells I start the line of a poem with this real frame that is comforting to me each time I listen to you
By Darkosabout a year ago in Poets
Introduction This morning I went outside in the dark, looked up and saw the Morning Star (possibly Mercury or Venus, Ishtar is associated with Venus) and it made me think of someone special.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Introduction This is for The A-Z of Unusual Words (Part F) Challenge By Penny Fuller which you can check out here: The Word
Each day, A fade away crew With a smile on their face. Like a baby Together... on two. With three together, then
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
The crisp, cool air fills my lungs, White mint covers the ground, Leaves crunch beneath my feet, As I walk to this happy beat;
By Carol Ann Townendabout a year ago in Poets
