some days...the words will stay hidden like an immigrant in a little boat waiting to be coaxed to the safety of dry land sadly...sometimes the waters are far too rough and pull the words under
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
ah breathe calm descends distill the day empty the jaw of stress find the happy in small moments of pristine peace gaze upwards to the night sky as darkness falls
There is extensive beauty Holy depths Fascinating paradox In him. The gentle boy with all-seeing eyes The finder of truth, even when he goes not seeking
By Auntie Licious2 years ago in Poets
Purple like foxglove on the roadside in July Purple as lilac blooms off the front porch on my birthday Purple of periwinkles uncovered while raking the far edges of our yard
cub of icy plains drifts on reveries under drapes of velvet light . the long fingers of warm winds braid soot into the white fur
By R.I. Károly2 years ago in Poets
Amorphous Bumping, Chaotically Denaturing Excess Fractional Gases: Heliocentric Ignition! . Jockeying Kinetic
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Hey Brother, take a look at this, I have to ask you something, shall I?
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
Poem: Flirting to Find Flowers Clouds belong to the sky! Whose are you? Like the wind still blowing This Christmas is boring.
By PhoTuc2 years ago in Poets
My home... My room... My life... My thoughts... When I want peace, silence I go to the place that says "Slow down, no one has to run"
By Anna 2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet whispers of the night, Two hearts entwined, a love so bright. A melody of passion, sweet and true, Our love story, forever anew.
By Aneg2 years ago in Poets
At your service! We are the retail employees handling Black Friday and all the other days before Christmas. Oh, the craziest retail month of the year:
By Jen Volz2 years ago in Poets
I often sit and ponder What’s in a dollar Not what is it made of But what it makes for us Often it’s very little And it’s only getting smaller
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
