What Do You Want To Be When You Grow Up? It's a Question that We Ask at Different Points in People's Lives... Or Some Variation of That Question.
By Dr. Cody Dakota Wooten, DFM, DHM, DAS (hc)3 months ago in Poets
I think about all the moments that have led us here - the laughter, the pauses, the trembling beginnings that felt like standing at the edge of something vast
By Zakari Runge3 months ago in Poets
I wonder - quietly, endlessly, in that soft place between thought and dream, do they feel it too? When the night stretches wide,
Thirty PMs here... All in since the above date. And we still go on... An interesting team...doncha think? * Thank you for reading!
By Kendall Defoe 3 months ago in Poets
Egypt The sun rises slow above the Nile, gold spilling across the water, casting shadows that stretch and yawn over palm trees and mud-brick homes.
By Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
It feels like my mother has been visiting me lately, a little more than a year after her passing. * Seems fitting, given that spooky season
By David MuΓ±oz3 months ago in Poets
Sparrow Logic The city argues in tall letters. A sparrow writes smallerβ a note pinned to the morning in brown and breath.
By Milan Milic3 months ago in Poets
β¨ You're the best writer That's not just my opinion Your book is the best-selling book Of all time In the history of man
By Colleen Walters3 months ago in Poets
Before sunrise, the boxes wait, stacked like quiet ambitions by the door. Youβve spent weeks stalking this moment, circling it, testing its scent,
By Pamela Dirr3 months ago in Poets
I saw you once as my hero so, but the veil has lifted I see this no more! My hero you were, but the mask has faded.... The love and hugs all gone in one from the day you pushed me with that raw.
By Cryptic Edwards3 months ago in Poets
Bones of a Prayer I donβt always have the wordsβ Some nights, the mouth is a locked chapel and every syllable a knuckle gone stiff.
It was like peeping through the keyhole, gazing out to a life I never knew, yet yearned for so deeply in my soul. The joy of one who was loved, adored and free to be herself.
By Jayde3 months ago in Poets
