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Fallen oaks
Once I sat Amidst ancient oaks Old when I was young In a world of Mists and lynx Winding their way through Shadows, wolf-howls
By Roderick Makimabout an hour ago in Poets
i found it
in deep retrospect, this work was always the path for me. i was always meant to provide comfort and support to the dying and their families.
By kpabout 4 hours ago in Poets
Bob The Sheep dog
This is Bob. Bob believes in snacks, soft pillows, and absolutely no cardio. Long walks, absolutely not. Short walk to the treat jar, elite athlete.
By Marie381Uk about 5 hours ago in Poets
I've Been "Reading", Guess What I Found - A Human "Fingernail" Is Important - What The..... &&&*&**&&(&(
I've seen it short, tall - ugly, fat !? You name it - it's just exactly that !? I've seen it short, tall - pretty and ugly !? You name it - it's exactly that !? Exactly what, that !? That is what a human is - !? A "NAIL" !? A human has a nail, now I gotta start over from "scratch" !
By 365poetryabout 5 hours ago in Poets
Granite Stillness
Some days, I want to be as still as granite. Like the stone countertops Mom once admired but couldn’t afford. I don't want to worry or to feel.
By Archery Owl about 6 hours ago in Poets
The Back Door
The Back Door Use the back door in my head to let yourself out. What with this filling my head with rubbish all about. I don’t need it? I want a simple life please
By Marie381Uk about 12 hours ago in Poets
Terms and conditions of affection.
Love has become a platform. We don’t just fall into it anymore. We launch it, we debut it, we document it. It holds space not only between two people,
By Latisha Jeanabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Dream Of Me
After A Long Day And A Soothing Of Pains, When Your Mind Tries To Escape A Blur And You Wish To Fantasize... I Hope You
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)about 16 hours ago in Poets
Her Hair is Red & Staticky
If Harold can have a purple crayon, So can I! My imagination is big! *** And I’m a wonderful artist. The scribbles you see,
By KA Stefana about 16 hours ago in Poets
underside
You should speak what's on your mind Why is it that when we pass one another, we refuse to look beyond the careful, haunted
By Ruby Redabout 19 hours ago in Poets
Moon Halo
Last night my daughter woke me— not only because the moon was rare, but because she understood I had forgotten how to look up.
By Tina D. Lopezabout 19 hours ago in Poets
Aging Is The Pits Sometimes
I don't want to die and yet, why? Big sigh! I'm having too much fun Living on the run Sitting in the sun Practicing with my gun
By Denise E Lindquistabout 19 hours ago in Poets