Six seven It’s half past eleven Hear the tolling of the bell Now, sit, I have a story to tell 🕦 Alone in my home
By Mother Combs2 months ago in Poets
Grandad loved me Grandad loved me in a way that stayed, when the house felt cold and words fell wrong. He saw me whole, not in pieces,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
Wake Up It’s Not Yesterday It’s Today Wake up, it’s not yesterday, no matter how it feels. The past cannot be returned to,
I Love Everything About The Spring I love everything about the spring, the way the world exhales. After months of holding its breath,
Loving A Dream I fell in love with a dream, one that never stayed for long. It whispered promises at night, then vanished by the dawn.
The hands of a friend Warmth of the body and soul Mittens could never
By Trisha McColl2 months ago in Poets
The last box was lighter than I expected. Mostly air, and that dry-paper smell of things that used to matter every day.
By Milan Milic2 months ago in Poets
quiet morning air, small dreams curled into soft fur, velvet warmth and purrs.
By Latisha Jean2 months ago in Poets
even in the cold - when frost settles on windows - i warm to your touch
By ali2 months ago in Poets
The first time I said no, My whole body braced for impact like the ceiling might collapse from one honest syllable. ﹁﹂
I’m unlearning rules I never agreed to, but lived by like rent. Don’t be too much. Don’t need too much. Don’t make a scene.
There was a season I prayed in pieces, faith held thin and often borrowed, hope stitched with grace, asking God to meet me quietly
By Hannah Lambert2 months ago in Poets
