I want those this year! The ones that aren’t at all canned, Those are the ones that make me cheer! I want those fashioned by hand.
By Skyler Saundersabout a year ago in Poets
It's winter now the leaves have fallen it's getting colder the sun comes out although a lot less bolder. ❄️❄️❄️ The children
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Poets
The scary season comes to a wrap We're ready for the next great adventure The presents and candy and holly jolly cheer We skip past the moment where we all give thanks
By Thomas Terryabout a year ago in Poets
Frosted mirror on the wall, You used to tell me I wasn’t the fairest of them all. You ruled over me, Teasing with whispers of inadequacies.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
A clean face is what The kind I like. Faded... As though tumbled in the dryer, In the dryer by mistake.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
like my first breath and its last your glittered beauty briefly lingers like a burning cigarette special memories and vapor
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Under October’s watchful, waning eye, The village streets stir as the night unfolds, With silver threads draped through the midnight sky,
By Printique Studiosabout a year ago in Poets
My childhood holiday seasons always involved the beaches. I couldn't imagine a December without sun until I came to the United States of Trump.
By Hummingbirdabout a year ago in Poets
We've never met, at least not yet. My year-ends are usually, in a sundress or a bikini. Just the other day, I opened my door at dawn.
You want a story of hope? Of innovation? Are you tone deaf to what’s happening in this nation Are you completely unaware of the situation?
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Rain fell that year instead of snow, Flowers, confused, began to grow. Fourteen is long and growing old, At least that is what I was told.
By Emily Marie Concannonabout a year ago in Poets
Ice hits the ground. Watch the snow Angel go round and round as the snow blankets the town. Oh how it is a child’s favorite pick of a season.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
