Ode

Where Light Learns To Speak
Where Light Learns To Speak The rose did not arrive to be admired or owned, it stood within its own red thinking, calm and exact.
By Marie381Uk 20 days ago in Poets
NOTICE OF CONTINUED OPERATIONAL STATUS — UNITED STATES FEDERAL POLICY
This document hereby declares that enforcement actions of Department of Homeland Security remain in effect. All relevant agencies are instructed
By Cadma20 days ago in Poets
Under The White Moon
Under the white moon of December The year is coming to an end I look back and wonder How much of it was pretend How many fake smiles
By Gail Fredricks20 days ago in Poets
AUGUST 1976
I was listening to some reaction videos on the internet the other day when I "re-discovered" one of THE greatest and uniquely American songs I have ever had the pleasure of hearing. I forgot that Arlo Guthrie comes from a sturdy stock of great folklorists-namely his father Woody Guthrie. I associate Arlo with "Alice's Restaurant", so much so that I forgot he is an exceptional storyteller in his own right.
By Victor Mendez21 days ago in Poets
~Instructions For A Feeling!~
"WARNING DON'T READ THE FOLLOWING, TO AVOID FEELINGS AND LOVE AT ALL COST!" Denial of those emotions, The things that make you feel...
By Jennifer Cooley22 days ago in Poets
You Can Sleep
Introduction I was talking with my Muse, and she began to feel sleepy. I mentioned this meme, and she said she had seen it too:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 22 days ago in Poets
Nostalgia -Those Were The Days
Baby Boomers Baby Boomers are the demographic cohort born between 1946 and 1964, following World War II, a period marked by a significant increase in brith rates. The Boomer generation has had a major impact on society and the economy due to its large size, and they are now entering retirement, influencing economic and political landscapes.
By Susan Payton22 days ago in Poets
Where Are You?
It wasn’t the garden lost that breaks my heart, or fig leaves stitched in fear once eyes were opened apart. It wasn’t exile, dust, or sorrow’s first breath—
By Hannah Lambert23 days ago in Poets
Oil for Sheep
Oil was never decoration, never a ceremony for show. It was survival. It was mercy poured slow. Flies circled the lamb—
By Hannah Lambert23 days ago in Poets
Ode to Ben, nude or not
The key to our lights Began with a kite Ben was a mighty scientist also known as a nudist We don’t know if during His lightning luring
By Andrea Corwin 24 days ago in Poets
Sounds of Silence
Deep in the night that sounds of silence will start, Unable to sleep because the house to quiet, The sounds of silence in the house broken with the house making to sounds of the release of the day,
By Terri Rosall24 days ago in Poets
Songbirds Cede
This is not a place of hope. This fool’s gold gilded cage This derelict soundstage from a bygone golden age. No canopy of supportive palms
By Chris Z24 days ago in Poets