The grass is not as yellow as the grain. And the yellow of the barn All this was seen by A scarecrow, who sees it all Sparrows come and go, he doesn't move.
By bill2 years ago in Poets
Ablutions sacred and sanctifying I seek, sensational Saraswati Born far from your home, accustomed to deities strange and new am I
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
In the golden glow of the afternoon sun, A sweet temptation has just begun. With swirling loops of sugary delight, Jalebi, oh jalebi, a childhood's flight.
By Shwet Prabha Baiswar2 years ago in Poets
In the realm of screens aglow with light, Where stories bloom in the dark of night, There lies a world both vast and bright,
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
That madeleine moment, Dunked in tea. Precious fragments Of the past, Involuntary, unbidden, Brought on by a certain, specific smell,
By Bex Jordan2 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 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
Empty souls Trying to fill the hole The void All to avoid the reality There is no amount of alcohol, drugs, or roids to make the pain go away
A flutter in the heart, a twist that's bittersweet, Not quite joy, not quite sorrow, a feeling incomplete. It lingers in the space between a smile and sigh,
By Buzu2 years ago in Poets
A head full of scars Not from barbs and bars Or even a stray car No They’re from the pain of life They make me friendly but distant
