As the shadow creeps and recedes, Leaving just imperfect recollections, Time is consumed by veiled reflections, Despite forward being the only way it leads.
By Lilly Cooper2 years ago in Poets
bold resolutions ride the sparks bidding farewell to the setting year -------------------------- Thank you for reading!
By R.I. Károly2 years ago in Poets
H - Hopes for a better year to come A - Adults drinking champagne to celebrate P - People making resolutions, big and small
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Upon a chill December night The blinking stars crept closer to twilight And a mass of bells met with strident conspire Soon drowned out by the ballads of a caroling choir
By Makenna Bolton2 years ago in Poets
In the dawning of a year anew, A chance for dreams, both bold and true. Let resolutions grace the page, In verses strong, like a timeless sage.
By Buzu2 years ago in Poets
Water conforms to the vessel Contracted It expands to fill every crevice It opens itself to the vessel Over time They wear into each other
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes you have to leave right away So the house gets left in disarray You do you’re best to repair it on the fly As you try to keep the wings level
I hope when the new year finds you it’s worth while. A bright season that arrives and is worth a million smiles. I hope the new year brings you comfort that last and any pain from this year is just a thing of the past.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
The seconds snuck by without notice, now Tonight, millions of voices sound as one Announcing their arrival. Shouts and horns
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Poets
As the sun peaks its head over the tree tops, The birds in the chorus line begin their morning song, The breeze carries it far and wide searching for the perfect ears,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
In Santorini’s embrace, where heaven meets the earth, Whispers linger in the breeze, tales of wonder’s birth. Upon cliffs adorned with hues of pristine white,
By Clifford Edwards2 years ago in Poets
Love so pure, orthodox. One, and sure. • Jim loved her. Watch was swapped. Love so pure. • Combs the cure for her mop.
By J. S. Wade2 years ago in Poets
