I should live in Indonesia !? I should live in Indonesia - because my "HONEYMOON" was in Indonesia !? I should live in Indonesia - ofcourse, I married the LOVE of my life - hoping we could be wives, if your'E that type of person - but maybe a husband will do !?
By 365poetry19 days ago in Poets
kids are copycats shovel and bucket in hand watch mother garden. Note: The little boy was not even one, yet he picked up the shovel and bucket, it is because he has seen his mother use them every day in the garden.
By Seema Patel19 days ago in Poets
Baa baa black sheep How are you so cool? You’ve been sheared up Teared up, beaten down and used Maybe everyone else is just confused
By Raine Fielder20 days ago in Poets
We are losing our softness, we are getting stressed, irritated. for we feel attacked, unhappy So, I will not go very far,
By Seema Patel20 days ago in Poets
It was on a Tuesday, not unlike today, That I bid my last farewell to you, dear Mum. The weather was chilly, but the sun was bright,
By Mack D. Ames20 days ago in Poets
I seriously thought I was his type !? You know the person that is "BITTER" because I have NO fight !? I seriously believed I was her type, the miserable piece of "twat" that has NO home !?
By 365poetry20 days ago in Poets
Remember - I can't ... that's a word !!! Remember - I will never ... those are words !!!! Remember - you are NOT something ... that's the problem !!!
Claim that the effects will last for generations. Where was God? The question rose like smoke from the belly of ships
By Press Release 20 days ago in Poets
Upon the lawn, an ersatz, golden head, The shame of a stepmother’s gilded blade, Where nose-breaking blooms in beds are shit-fed,
By Paul Aaron Domenick20 days ago in Poets
I am sick, it sucks. stuffy nose, sore throat and coughs. But I'm still a mom.
By J.B. Miller20 days ago in Poets
StoneHenge The circle that watches The stones stand, patient with the weight of centuries, their silence thicker than the night around them,
By George’s Girl 2026 21 days ago in Poets
The Shape of Staying They lean into each other without effort, time resting gently across their faces, lines and marks like quiet maps,
