Feeding people is noble work. Ask anyone who craves a meal: a hungry world awaits a cook. * Farmer and supermarket clerk,
By PK Colleran2 years ago in Poets
When the darkness is alluring you, whispering to stay, And the noise is muddling to its crescendo, Look towards the lights that will guide you home today.
By KB2 years ago in Poets
Dead of Winter barren trees rest upon their laurels iced out by mother, yet blanketed in white Sitting on heavy hands, dreaming of florals
By Marilyn Glover2 years ago in Poets
I did not think my life would be this way- my childhood self had many different dreams. My yesterday is nothing like today.
By Penny Fuller2 years ago in Poets
How often I wish I were the wind blown off to a place far, far away Landing unweathered, alas thickened skinned 🌴 often, I reflect on when I've sinned
I was in my room when I lost my mind, Like most of my dreams I waited to wake up and die, But I never did and I think it’s a luxury I’ll never find.
By Katherine Bodger2 years ago in Poets
So say we all until the last to fall These days too relent From crumbled walls we stand tall Without fear at all do you now recall
By Kuro Seijaku 2 years ago in Poets
This is just a darkly humorous observation that misery loves company on almost every social media platform. Post something positive and uplifting. Post something miserable or complaining and it is like moths to a flame.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
She can be as good as gold. Abigail, my cheeky cat. She’s a bit of an asshole. * Rarely do I have to scold. She can be quite sweet, in fact.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Alone in the crowd with little reason for cheer: the gangplank drawn, the mooring loosed—as if we break all ties that draw us near.
By Lydia Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Every Breath is also Heartache, No Warmth is felt from the Light of the Sun, Tears Fall and Sadness I Cannot Shake. Happiness is Not Mine to Give or Take,
By Thad Rhodes2 years ago in Poets
If June fell like the leaves in September And love lost the journey before the storm Summer would slip into the arms of winter
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Poets
