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Among the cracks, I see your sweet face, Looking at me softly, Imagining me in your embrace. As I sit by the fire, I feel your warmth,
By Sandra M3 years ago in Poets
Late in July Edie picks yard pears, slices and dries them like shriveled moons on wire racks. By August something signals her to begin saving
By Robin Lim3 years ago in Poets
Don’t get me wrong! I know that the world doesn't revolve around me but.. I wish that the sun did. I know that it doesn’t rise and fall at my command but..
By Tasjanah Anderson 3 years ago in Poets
For days now, I’ve been obsessed with James Taylor, he has a smooth way of touching my soul. The rhythm and rhymes are just a few of the ways,
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Rough palms running along my bare body, Small circular motions soothing away all hardship and jaded emotions thrumming within.
By J.Bee3 years ago in Poets
Her panache A grey fleece blanket Cozy and warm Folded in thirds Draping an old sofa Gifted by grandmother Five seasons ago
By Marilyn Glover3 years ago in Poets
Life changes as The sands of time Shift for us all; But comfort remains a constant, As it takes on new forms With each passing season.
By Jenna 3 years ago in Poets
Comfort for me, Is sitting out back under the apple tree, With a good book in hand, One I’ve read a dozen times before,
The Forgotten Queen It all started with dark eyes and a sinister smile That seemed pretty innocent to me In the Beginning
By Amystic3 years ago in Poets
The game of life is rigged Death always wins Crawling on our fins Now obsessed with our sins From the dawn of rain
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Soft, Yet wiry in places, My fingers running through and along in habit; Such a simple action fading away the noise,
My imagination blanket is calling, Safest refuge of mine, A place all for myself, Undisturbed and one of a kind. Weary, dejected or somber,
