My roots are my grandmother's kitchen, the smell of bread rising at dawn, her hands kneading patience into flour, teaching me that some things cannot be rushed.
By Tim Carmichael4 months ago in Poets
Sunshine Lessons The classroom hums, the day is bright. Chalk scratches slow, but hearts are fast. The windows open, wind slips in.
By Marie381Uk 4 months ago in Poets
The Laughing Donkey The donkey grins, his teeth shine white. The field is still, the air holds back. His mouth is wide, his voice erupts.
I’m as happy as Robin Williams I smile like he do through and through But deep down the phrase bothers you A jester’s smile that goes on for miles
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
When storms within begin to rise and roar, And all the world turns shadowed, loud, and wide, One simple act can still my shaky core—
By Tennessee Garbage4 months ago in Poets
Life nowadays. It's no longer simple. People take their lives very seriously. They are energetic and vigilant. _ Being alive is a blessing.
By Gloria Penelope4 months ago in Poets
Good Morning Mr Sunshine Haiku The sun chills with us A nice morning cup of tea Out side with nature.
The Ember Rose A bloom of fire and night, Gold trembling on its stem. Each petal burned with memory, A secret born of them.
You're quiet on the surface but I see your reflection, You close yourself off but I see the charade, You have light in your eyes, you hide your affection,
By Dylan 4 months ago in Poets
We gather around what remains embers breathing their final orange heat retreating into memory All night we fed this hunger
A lantern standing out in the dark. Nobody lit it. Nobody guarded it. But still, it burned. People passed. Some never noticed.
By Pamela Dirr4 months ago in Poets
My father's lantern, dented on one side from when it fell that winter crossing back, hung every night beside the kitchen door.
