Holiday

Bird’s Song
Does the swallow sing in the cool morning light Does the owl howl its hoo-hoos in the cool of the night A rapturous raptor always evading capture
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Destruction
Empty houses Open browsers Corral us in A prison of not opening up Convincing ourselves we are free If we choose the prison
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You-7
I thought I was waiting for you But really I was waiting on myself I thought you were the one worth waiting for Worthy of more
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Words
Words, yes what you and we all write, think, and everything belongs to words, they born, grow and die, also they teach, flow, fly,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
The Path Less Traveled
Embark on untamed expeditions, Through uncharted realms, where dreams may come to fruition. On trails untouched by human hands,
By TONE TALKS2 years ago in Poets
Whispers in the Wildwood
Hush now, gather close, the fire's warm and low, A tale I weave, where shadows twist and secrets grow. I met a stranger on a train, eyes like stormy seas, He spoke of whispers on the wind, and carried mysteries.
By Sher singh2 years ago in Poets
Relaxing-Relaxing
3600 kilometers, a joyful journey, Challenging the wind, rocking and swaying. Venturing beneath the veil of clouds, On an old, light, and comfortable motorcycle.
By KhunchaiZX992 years ago in Poets
Unveiling the Splendor of Beaches in Venice
Venice, the epitome of romance and history, isn't just about gondola rides and ancient architecture. It's also home to some stunning beaches that offer a perfect blend of relaxation and adventure. In this guide, we'll take a closer look at the enchanting beaches in Venice, each with its own unique charm and allure.
By dodlashalini 2 years ago in Poets
The Gentle Beast
From the east he roams Having never found a home of his own Always dragging his stone with him Wherever he goes it goes
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Leaping Day Miss Mary May!
For Leap Day Miss Mary May wanted to be able to leap like the frogs in her pond, so she took some floaties out to the water. When she hopped, the floaties would tilt over and splash her down to the water. The frogs tried to help her out by telling her she could leap onto logs, but she told them logs would probably roll too much and she would still fall.
By Seashell Harpspring 2 years ago in Poets
Bitter Greens
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Love Language
Listening to slow jams in other languages I don’t speak their language But they hear all that languishes in my heart They cut through the pain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets