Haiku
clouds
too real, whatever that means--clouds breaking over human endeavor
By Mark Francisabout 3 hours ago in Poets
Crows at Dusk
flock of crows at dusk as I watch them flying home my heart feels happy As I see a flock of crows cawing and flying together to their night shelters, it feels good. They will be safe. They are in a tight-knit community. It gives a positive feeling.
By Seema Patelabout 10 hours ago in Poets
A Sole Tear
Her hand reaches up, wiping away a sole tear from her snowy cheek.
By A. S. Lawrenceabout 21 hours ago in Poets
One Person
Last piano note Applause ruptures from the crowd One person sits bored
By Victoria Yadiraabout 21 hours ago in Poets
Such A Lady
igniting fires laughs like a fucking lady flames licking his beam
By Tina D. Lopezabout 21 hours ago in Poets






