Empty houses Open browsers Corral us in A prison of not opening up Convincing ourselves we are free If we choose the prison
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I thought I was waiting for you But really I was waiting on myself I thought you were the one worth waiting for Worthy of more
The color of you. Different shades, different textures, All magnificent.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Soaring lone on high, Wings cradle the vivid sky, Nature's power sighs.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Deep cracks of lightning follow flashes of thunder. Thunderstorm of mine.
The best day to write was yesterday, but know today is now here. ~ The best day to act was yesterday, but still today's a good choice.
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets
Cloud of witnesses, praying, staying, cheering on your testimony.
In nature's embrace, Trees murmur, secrets unfold, Silent power speaks.
Just walking through life Loving divine encounters Connection right there!
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)2 years ago in Poets
Beneath winter's shroud, Crimson buds stir from their sleep, Nature's vibrant song.
Novelists create Characters they love and then Harm, for stories' sake
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
How much liberty Or privacy do fictions Enjoy, and who knows?
