In the heart of India, where the rivers flow, The monsoon whispers secrets, soft and low. Clouds gather like a choir, dark and grand,
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
The Deepest Love, Still Singing I heard your voice inside a quiet song, Soft as breath upon the evening air. It moved through rooms of memory and time,
Tiny sparrow sings on the newborn breeze of spring prayer in soft wings
By Forest Green3 days ago in Poets
“Eight,” I announce when Heidi asks, “What’s today’s number?” Everyone else is confused. But I know she means the digit
By Tina D. Lopez3 days ago in Poets
Us waxing poets Like blunt knives against hydras A pyrrhic bulwark ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Fromm3 days ago in Poets
The sun spills over the hills like a broken jar of honey, staining the world in a bright, sudden glow. The heavy sleep of the land is over.
By Tim Carmichael3 days ago in Poets
I Used to Begin My Mornings With Mirrors For a long time, my mornings began not with the alarm, not with coffee, but with the mirror.
By Leo 3 days ago in Poets
I like this sweet... I like this sweet because it is "sweety" !? I like this sweety because it is sweet and sweetified I like this sweet, because it is sweetified, it really is !?
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets
I want you to report "MY" crimes !? I want you to report all the crimes that I have committed, and I want to know who will help me !?
Today is the day Alexander Graham Bell made the first phone call. The phone has become more than a communication tool; it is the holder of essence.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 days ago in Poets
She leaned over the the scratches of her poetry, the wasteless litanies of How’s and Why’s-- Her husky dog yowled.
By Paul Aaron Domenick3 days ago in Poets
Take My Hand Take my hand, if only for a while, Don’t say a word, just let me see your smile. In heaven you’re out of reach and sight,
