cub of icy plains drifts on reveries under drapes of velvet light . the long fingers of warm winds braid soot into the white fur
By R.I. Károly2 years ago in Poets
I often sit and ponder What’s in a dollar Not what is it made of But what it makes for us Often it’s very little And it’s only getting smaller
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Crying and drying tears, pining, whining, getting my act together.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
I cried a river. Time and sun have dried it up, I can see land now.
Blossoms on the plains, Whispers of life in the breeze, Prairie's heartbeat blooms.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Life can be cruel. Teasing with what we can’t have, You win. I give up. .
so how can it be? To love , without it returned… Without any malice.
Quiet dusk lingers Owls who-hoot in the timber Silent wings; quick death
By Jill Harper-Judd2 years ago in Poets
Some are busy streets, Some are scenic country roads, Me? A cul-de-sac …
Found a neat partner to have fun with ,and hang out . Mask was a bonus.
All my life, touch-starved Am I so untouchable? Saddest feeling, numb.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Tortured heart, tears fall, love speaks from behind a wall, Cyrano moment.
