The Sad Clown He paints the smile a little wide to hide the ache he holds inside the children laugh, the crowd leans near
By Marie381Uk 6 days ago in Poets
Like if I were to ask a person what's your favourite thing to do!? He, or perhaps she might say - listen come over and let's chill with two!?
By 365poetry6 days ago in Poets
To my dear Angel, If I could sing a song, Straight into your bones, I would find the perfect tone, For all the love you shown me,
By Keith McHugh6 days ago in Poets
Live free, say I Climb, climb, high Reward yourself Pick a book from the shelf Read to your heart’s content It is time well spent
By Andrea Corwin 6 days ago in Poets
A Conversation with God for Lisa Author’s Introduction. I wrote this piece after reading a single sentence posted by my friend Lisa while her father was dying of cancer: “I’m going to miss you, Dad.”
By Teena Quinn 6 days ago in Poets
Another story, here I go again. Thought that it was something, but it was anything else instead. Because… I ke-ept… running to the post office, before it locked. I ke-ept… searching for your letters in my mailbox.
By Gabriel Shames6 days ago in Poets
The Man With No Name I pass him every day on the way to work, he smiles, says good morning, have a lovely day. Who is he, this beautiful man with no name?
I walked a road I didn’t choose, With questions heavy, faith worn thin, Dreams bruised by silent nights, Battles no one else could see within.
By Epaphras6 days ago in Poets
So like he said; "you're kind of sweet"! I said; what do you mean!? He said; "I'm a player, and you are the best person I can never have"!
By 365poetry7 days ago in Poets
Meet me by the ocean Your smile, never brighter It’s where you come alive Your heart, a little lighter Nothing to cry about
By Gail Fredricks7 days ago in Poets
99 problems, and now this chick decides that I'm going to be problem number one! 99 problems, and the way she tells me - I need comforters, like Mary need Moses, or was it Sharon meeting Jean!
A Time to Love, a Time to Lie The clock moves slow when no one’s near A whispered name, I strain to hear He touched my hand, then looked away
By Marie381Uk 7 days ago in Poets
