Taste of the divine, it keeps on giving to you, joyful weightlessness.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
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
If animals speak, Would everyone's troubles grow small? Or would we spiral, Into a forbidden chaos? ----- ------- -----
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
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
In Mom's warm kitchen, memories ignite, Of childhood snacks, a pure delight. White bread baked with poppy seeds' grace, A canvas for nostalgia, a cherished place.
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
As a child, I eagerly awaited the sweet treat of sunkissed berries while pink flowers in long panicles adorned the branches for weeks before pastel yellow, waxy and juicy fruit appeared in clusters.
By Ali SP2 years ago in Poets
For those who wonder, She is okay. "She's enjoying life!" Many do say. Little do they see, She's come a long way. Moved to the city with hopes and dreams,
By V2 years ago in Poets
I've given up on ideas of grandeur They had only ever stemmed from my lack I'm taking pleasure in the simple moments The sun on my skin
By Catherine Nyomenda2 years ago in Poets
I notice I am fading; I am given a dilemma = Do I fight it? There are things offered all the time: Serum for this, cream for that.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
Can you hear it? Something popping inside my mouth. Or maybe it is from my head. Weird sounds but I like it. Can you hear it?
By Lou_Einale2 years ago in Poets
