Monroe succulent, also known as chubby little stone flower, has a natural, gentle beauty. With the light green color of the leaves, the pink, white, and yellow colors of the flowers will brighten up any space.
By HieuDinh4 months ago in Poets
When summer comes, Da Lat not only stands out with the purple color of Lagerstroemia or the white color of Bauhinia flowers, but also shines with clusters of yellow royal poinciana flowers in Da Lat. Discover the unique beauty and the most ideal places to see yellow royal poinciana flowers for a memorable trip.
It’s Christmas morning, and the house is abuzz The tree sparkling, the gifts piled around * Everyone smiling as we rush down the stairs
By Jaye Ruggiero-Cash4 months ago in Poets
The tree is lit, and the stockings are hung Though this year there’s one less up on the wall * Your absence is felt every day, especially today
It feels like midnight, though it’s only 5 The world’s gone dark, but everywhere there is light * Against the black sky and snow covered ground
Several weeks ago the daylight shortened and night began lengthening - An unspoken message to all that it was time to begin the season of gathering,
By Pōlani Monderen 4 months ago in Poets
The grass withers the flower fades, What great life to value, to value and never dismay!, Fall has arrived for all American citizens,
By Rachael Frazier4 months ago in Poets
The time has past The spooky is gone The air is chilled But the spirits have left The ghosts have fled The spook is absent
By Thomas Terry5 months ago in Poets
Love, it hurts, it heals, I heard it all before, "it's a battlefield!" "it's peace." and "Love is war!" But if you don't experience it, how do you tell?
By Kaitlynn5 months ago in Poets
Devil in the Details Out of the closet, door creaking ajar, Fugly things gaze out of a Mason jar; Seeking comforting shadows from afar,
By Adrian CDTPPY5 months ago in Poets
I hear you, a crispy invitation in the air A smell of what’s to come, That gentle little whisper Chilling sensuality upon my ear, saying; we are there
By Christian Johansson5 months ago in Poets
There will be an empty spot Beneath the Christmas tree Where your stocking usually sits Where your new calendar proudly stands
By Stephanie Hoogstad5 months ago in Poets
