your food, they'll snatch it sneaky but loud winged buggers seagulls on the prowl * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Last One. No Apologies.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Serene clouds drifting Kid’s red kites fluttering and Yawing in the wind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Did I lose my childhood the day I stopped wondering about the world? Did I lose my childhood the day I unabashedly gave up my hobbies and started fulfilling responsibilities without anyone's permission?
By Karan w. about a year ago in Poets
Into the mouth of Cavernous night—tongues slipping; Lightyears of yearning.
By Paris Rosemontabout a year ago in Poets
The sun is bright The sun is light It knows its worth It brings us warmth The earth, it lights The night, it fights
By Chinwendu M. Ejimofor (CME_Edana)about a year ago in Poets
Silver muse, you grace the night, guiding dreams with gentle light. Soft above, serene and free, moon, you watch so faithfully.
By Gideon Kiprutoabout a year ago in Poets
To the ones who told me that I was too much Radiance in its mirth smiles in the abundance of glee, In its glory, it holds the light that sets your darkness free.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Cruciverbalist noun 1. a designer or aficionado of crossword puzzles. Origin of cruciverbalist1 First recorded in 1975–80; from Latin cruci- + verbalist; cross
By Laura Pruettabout a year ago in Poets
So many things written down Yet, one cannot be found An error in judgment A place that was never meant to be A place that is better without me
Butterfly flying Uglier insects fly lower Gaggle at your sight
Rub it all over me Dip me in your hypocrisy Write until I bleed To heal my wounds The die is cast There is nothing more for you to do
I love the jewel toned irises of humanity. I love our various shades of skin. I love our different shapes and sizes.
By Idara Oghogho about a year ago in Poets
