just about all i'd eat until the age of 9 was my Gran's grilled cheeses i'd stand beside her at the stove and she'd teach me how to make mine
By Justin Black2 years ago in Poets
Blessed are the makers Especially those that shakedown the takers In a world full of fakers They are the ones that capture the vaper
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet whispers of the night, You stepped into my world, a radiant light. With your laughter, you brought sparks anew,
By Shwet Prabha Baiswar2 years ago in Poets
Oh, tiny creature with a heart so pure, In your small frame, a spirit so sure. With whiskers twitching and eyes so bright,
In the silence of his cave, he dwelled, A man of walls, in shadows shelled. But she, with eyes like stars, did see,
In the rush of life's currents, we find ourselves swept away, Each sunrise greeted by your words, a sweet symphony of affection,
By Deji Akomolafe2 years ago in Poets
In the garden's quiet shade, she sits, My grandmother, with wisdom in her gaze, Her words like gentle petals drifting down,
We met as paths that chanced to intertwine, Two melodies, a harmony to find. Laughter shared, a spark that gently grew,
By Rajesh Kumar Giri2 years ago in Poets
In the late spring's boiling embrace, Where the sun's warm fingers follow, There lies a treat, cold and sweet, In reality as we know it where joys meet.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets
In childhood days of laughter and play, Pickled Onion Monster Munch held sway. A packet of crisps, bursting with zest, Each crunch a memory, forever blessed.
By ColdHardCash2 years ago in Poets
The unkind atrocity of kindness On nights that are filled with darkness and despair, Where the blanket bites under the coldness of the swaying air.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
In the shadows of her love, I found my end, A bittersweet tale, impossible to mend. Her whispers were like poison in my ear,
By “M”2 years ago in Poets
