Hand placed on one’s heart, Joy pressing pen to paper, and with love it flows. * Just a random Haiku I wrote a week ago.
By Grz Colm6 days ago in Poets
I was broken and I did not fall apart. I was alone and I did not give up. I was silent not because I had no voice, but because I didn’t want
By Magma Star7 days ago in Poets
I jaywalked to the police station this afternoon with a copy of my book for the sergeant who had mercy on me when I tore through town
By Harper Lewis7 days ago in Poets
The rustle of leaves melded with my roaming eyes As tall oaks shade the beaming sun from my shoulder blades It was a warm morning
By Michele Nampalli7 days ago in Poets
The Hand Of Fatima Talisman The hand of Fatima hangs where I can feel it, not see it. Cool to touch, then part of me, like it has always been there.
By George’s Girl 2026 7 days ago in Poets
It Never Forgets Some say the rose remembers, though silence veils its breath, it gathers every whisper, it studies love and death.
The Face That Waits Beyond the Trees He stands between the fading light and time, A figure pressed against the thinning air,
It’s a scene I might forget to keep It passes swifter into forever as I speak, In that : nothing hides , it’s all bare but blatantly bleak
By Madhu Goteti 7 days ago in Poets
“Things do not happen. Things are made to happen.” “Events” are brought about through deliberate planning and action,
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff7 days ago in Poets
“Friendship isn’t about who you’ve known the longest — It’s about who came and never left your side.” A true friend will offer
“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.” The beauty of human nature is that we have a real ‘thirst’ for knowledge.
Why is he staring through, as if he knew what to do !? A little muppet I suppose, assuming this is something that makes sense !?
By 365poetry7 days ago in Poets
