Serene clouds drifting Kid’s red kites fluttering and Yawing in the wind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Jane Seymour When you first wore your wedding dress, white as porcelain, as your complexion, did you know you were a corpse adorned in your own pallor?
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
Low float above the cloud floor below me, I think it would break my fall. *** Thank you for checking out my work; if I'm not lying or given up, there's plenty more where that came from at my vocal profile :)
By Wray_writtenabout a year ago in Poets
Better it would be, Not to work to make ends meet but to be in bed.
I have to ask you‐ Who's side are you on? What, or who are your eyes on? Because your hurt... isn't just hurting me,
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
Not‐ One‐ Word‐ Without a sound made Even silence can be loud Lips‐ Sealed‐ Mouth closed, but mind open Thousands of thoughts
Shy, blithe play of light concealed to the naked eye penned by earth's author
By Jess Sabout a year ago in Poets
deep within the clouds a blanket is made for us a soft veil of snow
Sometimes in life we take missteps and falter in our travels Be mountains climbed or forests lost a shadowed gloomy alley
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
beyond the skyline lie my dreams so noble, but far beyond my scope
upper atmosphere like a magnifying glass to the outer space
What the Germans say: "No. There is no bad weather only bad clothing"
