Ode

Grandma’s House
Gritty cold hardwood planks hurt my knees and ankles as I crawl around. Bleach meets coffee, while Spanish spices and fragrances of fresh laundry dance in the foreground, they tickle my nostrils fighting for dominance, simultaneously creating a unique scent that one would have to smell.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
A Love That Blossoms
the garden where our hearts entwine, Petals whisper secrets, soft and divine. Your laughter dances like the morning dew,
By jameel Nawazabout a year ago in Poets
Sense of Life
First thing I see when I wake is the sun. The cool air hits my skin then I grin. The tune of the alarm I hear is a win. The Jasmine I smell in the air is giving.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
9/25/24
I heard today The universe is an infinite garden of forking paths I sat and thought about that How it sums it all up so well
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
If only
I know my son. * Or is it now that he has reached a milestone that I no longer do? Is he looking back and reflecting on his life and wondering why?
By Pauline Fountainabout a year ago in Poets
Torrential Tears
Raindrops fall like a lovers tongue, tickling and dancing on my skin Thunder roars pillaging my ears like it was committing a sin.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
A Sense of Faith
I woke up and smelled the coffee. I hear a voice saying you never lost me. The optimistic air on my skin ain’t thin. I see a spirit of hope telling me I’ll win.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
I Am No Man
I am no man I am a compendium of cryptids I can barely see my watch From all the hair I got from the Squatch Give me a pan
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Sensory Suffusion- Lost in You
Your beauty burned and seared my eyes like a scorching torch, leaving me blind to others. Your voice etched in my mind, an enchanting hypnotic melody that plays on repeat, and weaves me into its web, echoing like a love spell cast again and again.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
a rainbow of bliss. Content Warning.
i never knew that half-full, rose-colored glasses could make me feel so blue, so green with envy at the grass and the red brick unbroken home,
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
The Holloween Night: Whispers of the Unseen
Where terrors creep in yonder trees, Where the moon presses through sleepless seas, A murmur whirls among the old, A tone that winds the cold night fold.
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Poets
Coffee Buds
Freshly ground beans converted into a smooth powder–senses’ delight. Mouth-watering sight, blending heavenly with pumpkin seeds and cream.
By Moon Desertabout a year ago in Poets