The cooked blackberries Making it its own filling Mixed with white sugar
By Forest Green2 years ago in Poets
Full of peach filling Large sweet pieces with cinnamon With a biscuit top
Taste like blueberries Feels like some type of sweet pie Looks like something cool
I come from the land Of twilight; I lost my way A long time ago * I was a young girl With bright eyes and sallow face And long, wheat-like hair
By Stephanie Hoogstad2 years ago in Poets
Azure whispers call, Rustling leaves in symphony, Hope blooms with birdsong.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
I don’t ever want to be your regret. I don’t want to be in your second thoughts. I don’t want to imagine this lifetime without U.
By Andrew D. Guillory "Drewspeaks"2 years ago in Poets
Say she’s beautiful, She holds back tears, overwhelmed. Withered flower blooms.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
One of life’s little lessons Is there’s little difference between love and obsession So just embrace it all And fall into the things that call your heart
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I don't want a horse; But I like the noise it makes When hooves hit hard ground.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
A slap across the face, whether literally or figuratively, is unbearable. Tolerance, whether of an irate boss, of being ostracised, or of physical abuse has its limits.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
HAIKU: Interstate drive, Headlights beam through the dark night, Truck driving lullaby.
By R0ME02 years ago in Poets
Body aches nesting Clutching you in distant dreams Phantasmically real * (Contexts - Adverb for existing only in the imagination Adverb for related to, or suggestive of, ghosts, spirits, or the supernatural)
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
