📮 The Red Postbox Speaks: A Timeless Guardian of Letters 📮 🔴📜 The Silent Witness Through the Years🔴 I stand here, proud and bold,
By PRABAL TR PRO10 months ago in Poets
Echoes of Childhood Golden days of endless play, Laughter bright as skies so gay. Rolling wheels on dusty ground, Joyful echoes all around.
Come, come, my angel, O star that speaks with a golden voice, The completion of this false life, O flower-like maiden, come!
By Lily💜 10 months ago in Poets
Behold the Iris, standing tall and proud Her head and shoulders swaying above the crowd Surrounded by a sea of blooms, heads all bowed.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶10 months ago in Poets
With the passage of time and circumstance, I have become an immigrant— now living in El Dorado California,
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
Cold, black elixir trickling down my throat Some days it is warm as its cream fills my gut Its energy powers my life Without it
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
I feel rich. It’s not the materialistic With these writing platforms where I can share decades of experience,
Have you savored the joy Of watering the thirsty plants After a hot summer day? As you sprinkle the water The way vanilla smell emanates
In the abyss of finding a voice that glares through the roof and blinds the pain, Through the seeping crevices of forethought syllables, my stance I pledge to gain.
By Hridya Sharma10 months ago in Poets
A cup of tea is a feel-good potion. It breaks the ice, it shows acceptance, a symbol of hospitality.
I had seen orioles a few times before, but never imagined they would show me such memorable spectacles.
They still share the stories that you shared They still use your jokes to make others laugh They still remember your advice
By Ann ☕️10 months ago in Poets
