Never Kid a Kidder You can smile and play your game you can talk like you know the score but I have walked that road before
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Cross The hill is quiet under a wide sky grass moving slow in the wind shadows stretching far and thin The wood stands worn and splintered
The Dead Poets of Society They spoke in the quiet of empty halls words meant for those who still dream for the restless who cannot sleep
Reemerged ashen hem, grave stained lace dragging against the foreign earth. She has long forgotten its softness,
By Ellie Hoovs6 months ago in Poets
Mam Made Jam Butties Mam made jam butties for our pic nic we had no meat no cakes to share she wrapped them in paper soft and thin
Be Leaf in Me Be leaf in me oh mighty tree roots deep where no one sees branches sway with quiet grace leaving shadows on my face
The Angry Naughty Little Boy He stands with arms tight across his chest eyes like thunder ready to break his mouth a line that will not move
Message in a Bottle A green glass bottle rolled in with the tide its surface clouded from years at sea I bent to lift it from the wet sand
Blackpool Beach Flies Sun bakes the sand children scream and run flashes of buckets and spades flies swarm like tiny black clouds
Falling from Grace I once walked proud with my head held high my words were silk my heart was steady the world bowed kindly as I passed by
February snows soaking the hems of all our denim, wide-legged as our wide-eyes, passing paper hearts in bustling blue-lined hallways.
Bush Fires The air tastes sharp with heat wind drives sparks like angry bees grass curls and blackens trees groan as if their hearts are breaking
