Your house is where you live It is the place where you store your things Where you eat and sleep But home Home is a state of being
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
It lay, untouched a seed of loneliness in my heart Eager to blossem and sprout With the warmth of my body And the tears from my eyes
By Tasmia2 years ago in Poets
I am there when they fall from grace, I helped them build their wings of wax and feather. I mapped the skies and charted the stars,
By Josey Pickering2 years ago in Poets
Their toes touched together in the deep, gooey muck; In the pool of warmth and everlasting lust That could only be the source of their existence.
By Michael O'Connor2 years ago in Poets
In the vast sky, a poem of contrasts unfolded between an airplane in its majestic flight and a vulture seeking its place in the air. The temperature set the rhythm for a tale of encounters and reflections.
By challs k2 years ago in Poets
A Friendship is part of life But who can live without any friends Caring aspect of friendship is a gem Do you love your friends
By Mariann Carroll2 years ago in Poets
You spotted me walking down the road of my hope You help me see it through, a peaceful place of remembrance You're the golden child that I never had, a walk with you is like magic
By Mason Darnielle2 years ago in Poets
Zoonotically chaotic, a world filled with life Yawning and yelling to tell their stories in this Xenologic experience Whaling at all hours of the day to attract a mate
In the velvet cloak of night, the moon ascends, A silver sentinel, where the darkness bends. Its radiant face, a gentle, glowing guide,
By Fathima Faheema2 years ago in Poets
Puddle Pirates Tiny toes in rubber boots, Stomping puddles, chasing hoots. Suns like coins, they toss and gleam, Sparkling pirates, in a watery dream.
By Sunil Kushwaha2 years ago in Poets
In the realm of opulence, where wealth abounds, Tabia and Eric, in passion, are tightly wound. Secret whispers, sultry and sweet,
By Martina Marriott2 years ago in Poets
Remember the fields and the destitute lands Where we’d run free and scrape our knees The mountainous ranges beyond the outlines
