The Tree Man Is there really a man who lives in a tree, Watching, maybe looking at you and me? Is it all just made up in my head,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a month ago in Poets
Today, for no reason, I felt down and sad, Dull dark clouds wrapped around me, oh so bad. Tired and unwell, I sat here with my iPad
One let’s start Me and you, Can it work? 💙💙💙 Two, we’ll see You and me What might be. 💙💔💙 Three uh! oh!
By Calvin Londonabout a month ago in Poets
Don’t Howl At Me, Woolf, Go Look For The Moon Do not stand at my door and call it longing, do not dress your hunger as if it were love.
Wrinkles And Other aged problems Wrinkles, wrinkles in my skin, they wave when I say hello, They gather round my laughter lines and proudly let it show,
Faces Haunting My Closed Eyes At Night The room goes quiet when the light is gone, And I lie there staring into nothing. I close my eyes to find some rest,
Crop Circles In The Morning Field I woke before the village stirred, Dawn leaning soft against the hill, And word had travelled down the lane,
I have wanted to have a child since I was fifteen years old !? Despite what my mother said, she quite obviously didn't approve of the amount of droplets flowing from the leaf !?
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets
Snow Globe For Mark I would send you a winter morning, wrapped in silver light, A quiet world where rooftops rest beneath a gentle white,
Wake Up And Smell The Spring Wake up. Open the window wide. Let the morning step inside without knocking. The air has changed.
Overdue A Top Story Here? I know my poetry is good. Not perfect. Not polished to death. Good because it is lived in. Good because it is mine.
Twists and Turns It's like watching your back at every turn Playing it down but then you learn Your path of recognition was spot on
By Nicole Higginbotham-Hogueabout a month ago in Poets
