Winter begins to tuck me in at the end of November like a mother who knows her child is over tired and needs rest She wraps me with a cozy blanket
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Pancake Tuesday On Pancake Tuesday, let’s gather 'round, With golden stacks and laughter abound. Butter melting, syrup like streams,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
What is a poem Haiku What is a poem It’s a gift from the beyond imagination
This old worn out denim tells of the life I've live in them from the stains to the rips in the knees Where we rolled in the grass
Ya amar, bury me across your ribs— where wind writes, my love in the dust of your silence. Your absence is a sama without stars.
By LUCCIAN LAYTHabout a year ago in Poets
The first time that we fought it was against the Angels Next time we fought it was way down there in hell The third time in war it was for all mankind
By David Alemanabout a year ago in Poets
Who were you? Why were you here? Were you just passing through or is this your home town? Did you scrawl your name here
You are not the heroes this world craves but the warriors she needs You paved paths of gold over uncharted waste lands
Bluebirds sitting on a rainbow Bluebirds sitting on a rainbow’s gleam, Spring will soon unfold its dream. A hush of green, a sky so clear,
Writing words, sentences, paragraphs, etc. gaining worth.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Words, words, words reading them in hopes of intricating the thoughts of individuals who say that they are noteworthy persons who
The ticking hands, they never pause, Etching lines with inconspicuous claws. A childhood giggle, a transitory glance, Lost inside the waltz of chance.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
