How often I wish I were the wind blown off to a place far, far away Landing unweathered, alas thickened skinned 🌴 often, I reflect on when I've sinned
By Marilyn Glover2 years ago in Poets
I was in my room when I lost my mind, Like most of my dreams I waited to wake up and die, But I never did and I think it’s a luxury I’ll never find.
By Katherine Bodger2 years ago in Poets
So say we all until the last to fall These days too relent From crumbled walls we stand tall Without fear at all do you now recall
By Kuro Seijaku 2 years ago in Poets
This is just a darkly humorous observation that misery loves company on almost every social media platform. Post something positive and uplifting. Post something miserable or complaining and it is like moths to a flame.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
She can be as good as gold. Abigail, my cheeky cat. She’s a bit of an asshole. * Rarely do I have to scold. She can be quite sweet, in fact.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Alone in the crowd with little reason for cheer: the gangplank drawn, the mooring loosed—as if we break all ties that draw us near.
By Lydia Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Every Breath is also Heartache, No Warmth is felt from the Light of the Sun, Tears Fall and Sadness I Cannot Shake. Happiness is Not Mine to Give or Take,
By Thad Rhodes2 years ago in Poets
If June fell like the leaves in September And love lost the journey before the storm Summer would slip into the arms of winter
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Poets
I am the thing that lurks in your home What you hope not to see when you look in the mirror I am all sinew and gristle, blood and bone
By Helen Seder2 years ago in Poets
Tell me, do you wait for the words Or do you toss them around Longing for your heart to be heard * Do you scavenge, like a bird
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Upon the breath of dew, and dove, and winds, a cradle flows in tandem, and a widow’s quest for love anew, begins. * Each and every thread of glue, she spins.
By Gina C.2 years ago in Poets
I catch his gaze, his eyes locked on mine, His growing smile reveals a secret delight. Unspoken words, a language so divine.
By A Lady with a Pen2 years ago in Poets
