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Slammed Shut
Why is it that the door to January is always so heavy each day seems to plod along like a worm whom is imitating a wet noodle,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Colony
tiny and black scavengers all hunting scraps of sugar an oasis of toddler’s crumbs found left under a window. I wonder
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Monsters
The real monsters are those that hide in the shadows The bean counters and profiteers That leave nothing fallow The ones that fight to destroy everything from the rear
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I Write
I write songs for the broken hearted Those that believe love has departed I write poems for those That no one knows I write tales for those that no longer believe in glory
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Rainstorm
Raindrops random running rather rampant.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Snow
Soothing Slippery Sliding Solitude Snowy
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Snow
White stuff Blowing and falling everywhere Snow is here!
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
What is Snow?
Snow is fluffy white noting to be sloppy and slippery giving opportunities for fun and yes even injury wondering when I will see it again.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
What is Rain?
Restful rain to listen to allowing one to relax at times interacting with nature notwithstanding storms that occur.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Bare
What would you see, if I stripped down, past the bone of me and bore my soul? Would you see a noceur flower,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Golden Hours
The coruscate gleam of esurient dawn breaks the hold from the marcid night filling the world with empyrean beauty I cafune the blades of grass
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Seeing Green. Content Warning.
What I needed, but did not have I myself have become‐ Good for anyone who crosses my path, but... What about me? What about my past?
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets