* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I should not compare Brilliant prose to my own But it’s addicting
By J. Jay2 years ago in Poets
He catches my tears. And He bottles them with care, to show me later.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Tells sun by decree. Tells moon and stars where to be. Tells my heart to see.
Whispers on the breeze, seed pirouettes in the sky, earth's cradle beckons.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Darkness in the room, no stars to see and wonder, the night air beckons.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
“I’ll keep loving you, by rubbing your sandy back,” Sea, said to warm Beach.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Ancient, rippled land Soft, but deep below, a crack Home of gritty sand
By Caladrius2 years ago in Poets
A moment, it stops Emerging from fog of grey Stranger of soft blue
Came on a hanger to the beach, where dreams are made. Left on a person.
the sun slowly sets, to make way for the moonrise, where her light still shines.
Hands that feed poison; By those who beg only love, Are justly bitten.
By J2 years ago in Poets
