Defining the way a person interacts with us. We are remembered, We make others feel alive. *** On a Tuesday afternoon,
By Aaron Richmond2 years ago in Poets
Thyme It is a labor time spent with food. On days of anger frustration builds and small things found are solace to
By G. Douglas Kerr2 years ago in Poets
His thinking is deep...too deep for his own good. I think sometimes he won't be able to escape from his mind. He believes in his thoughts and is so passionate about them.
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
A bittersweet ending, Bliss only comes after a tragedy is resolved. Conclusions only find themselves in the most unexpected places,
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
I need you to understand that there are different versions of me. There is who I am when I am at work, who I am with my mother, and who I am with my father
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
In this corridor of thoughts, I linger towards self doubt and low self-esteem. In the broad spectrum of my mind palace, I ponder if am I enough for you.
By Edgar Grove 2 years ago in Poets
Eyes On the Back of my Neck, watching me closely Death staring me down, watching For any sign of weakness Walking in the jungle all alone
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
All the steps I’ve taken between there and here can be seen in the where, detailed in the when and, etched in the memory of the who.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
An angel to behold Beauty in simplicity of movement Compels hearts to fall aflutter, Docile and domestic creature Everything but no one-
By Katrina Thornley2 years ago in Poets
I wrote this late at night when my heart felt heavy, burdened under a myriad of emotions. // The feeling of falling Unaware, so suddenly, before warning or panic, my brain feels lightheaded
By Adina Junaid2 years ago in Poets
I have no goals for 2024 Ahh, you recoil I already feel it, as I pen these words Why? Does that thought offend you?
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
Trees in winter - black against a white sky Snow is coming. But the trees are naked, their fallen leaves sodden On the wet ground.
By Jill Harper-Judd2 years ago in Poets
