Skipping around town, the coolness of the downpour, with no umbrella.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
Standing behind the wall, forbidden to look tall, To be the dainty taste for a man’s unsatiated hunger, The tale of a woman’s right to emancipation has seen it all.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Pain What is pain? Pain is only feeling the rain On a sunny day Pain is being alone in a crowded room Pain is not having them around
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Inspiration can come from anywhere But the voice always comes Sometimes it’s a roar Sometimes it’s a hum Sometimes it comes when I’m too busy with life to write
Disconnect yourself from everyone for a few years. Not everyone needs to know about your future plans. Learn new methods, knowledge, and abilities.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
Her heart beats in time to the rushing of her breath, Fear courses through her veins, boiling her blood, Her eyes widen at the impossibility laid before her,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
She always comes to me at the most unexpected times. Typically at 6:30 p.m. when I return from work. She does my household tasks.
Take a long-distance drive. You'll be driving far away. To an unusual spot. Where you will not receive a signal. Make sure you have no prior knowledge of the place.
The feeling It's a sensation. I woke up next to you. I'm feeling special. I feel fortunate. Opening my eyes in the morning.
I searched everywhere. I continued looking. I was thinking that maybe I would see you. I was hoping that you had changed your mind.
Your actions, smile, and kisses, reveals your genuine affection. Well, Am I not deceiving myself? Do you? Do you adore me?
Visitors, wolves, slyly cloaked in wooly white fur, Claim your island in the middle of the Pacific but seize an available one.
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Poets
