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I dedicate this to Chelsea @LauraW50860 *** I am always startled, don't you know By the women who like my work. I share my stuff the media way
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
Midnight Party
Under the shroud of the smooth evening, Where shadows dance in the pale evening glow, A mystery gathering, puzzling and great,
By Sathishkumar S2 years ago in Poets
Is It The Fifteenth Yet?
Valentines day summary season and love as cold as ice fourteenth day in February when true love pays a price sugar coated candies
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Sing, Cicada. Serenade!
Whisper whisper in the night Chatter chatter Tiny voices serenade Of what matters: Seventeen cascading years
By Salomé Saffiri2 years ago in Poets
The Lovers
He slides between her splayed legs, Giddy with laughter Intoxicated with love Her eyes glimmer with adoration Happiness tickles her insides
By M. Lee2 years ago in Poets
The National Weather Service Says Thick Fog Advisory
Think fog on my winter jog Dense, thick bog fog soggy ugly fog in the bog
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
BPM
It’s tumbling down Some thought Drifting the pool’s edge Bounding down If i can catch it Maybe we can just stay put But i can’t seem to follow
By G2 years ago in Poets
The Crossroads of Hope
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the cacophony of daily life, there lived a man named Alex. Alex, like many, found himself caught in the relentless cycle of work and responsibilities. Each day felt like a mirror of the last: wake up, work, sleep, and repeat. His life was a series of checkboxes, each task completed only to make room for another. This monotony was his comfort and his prison.
By scoope town2 years ago in Poets
Midnight Ghost
In the domain of shadows and muffled light, Where the moon reigns in the velvet evening, A ghost mixes, a murmuring phantom,
By Sathishkumar S2 years ago in Poets
Made-up with make-up
Today, I'm wearing make-up To stay around the house. I've only got the school runs planned, Domestic duties to perform. I'm not some Fifties housewife:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
The Odd Couple!
Silver and gold shoes… No! I don’t have two left feet! Guess my thongs make do! ??????????? Inspired by the below story… and of course the memory of when I arrived at church, went to whip on a pair of my classy silver or gold court shoes, only to discover my mistake made in haste! Instead, I cut a ‘classy’ figure in my rumpty dumpty, rubber, house thongs!😳😵‍💫🥹
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Poets
Earths Orange Stakes
Slowly driven down, Gathering many flavors, Earths great straight bounty.
By Toby Heward2 years ago in Poets