She Spilled The Ink ✍️ She spilled the ink, the poem was lost, Her dreams undone at careless cost. Words bled out in shadowed streams,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
The sad fisher man In a quiet village, where shadows fell deep, A fisherman waited, with worries to keep. The whispers of hunger gnawed at his bones,
Murder haiku Blade sings through the dark Heartbeat stills, a life undone Silence claims the prize.
A Pretty Little Mouse A pretty young mouse with fur so fine, Spotted a rat, and hearts did align. She looked at him, and with a sigh,
How I Miss You💔 You moved on, Left me here, In the echoes of yesterday, With nothing but the weight of time. I’m trapped,
Lightning Strikes a Tree❤️ Lightning strikes, the tree must bend, A flash, a crack—will this be its end? The air is loud, the rain pours fast,
The Hummingbird A tiny flash of emerald bright, Wings a blur in morning light. It hovers near the flower’s bloom, A fleeting joy, dispelling gloom.
When you arrive How safe you’ll feel A place to break routine And heal You’ll thrive with Endless carafes of caffeine
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
Morning Reflection Do you get up in the morning, See yourself in the mirror, And think, "No, that can't be right?"
Upon the Shoreline Upon the shoreline's golden sweep, Where whispers of the ocean deep, I sit and let my worries flee,
The Uk Miners' Strike of 1974❤️ In Seventy-Four, the chill winds blew, A strike began, strong and true. Coal miners gathered, their voices the key,
My mind opening and closing as it blinks awake My eyes drawing in the cool morning air Smells of another world fill my lungs
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
