RELIGION and FAITH rich and poor 2/7/2026 RELIGION! Is for the lucky A love from early on A story ages long..
By Victor Mendez3 days ago in Poets
I tried to write a poem about my legs. Huh! Didn’t go very far. When that didn’t work, I decided to write a poem about my arms. Couldn’t reach an audience.
By Margaret Brennan3 days ago in Poets
I like this person - and he said let's move in together !? I said, where do you live !? He said URUGUAY - I said but that's 5,000 plane tickets a "Spongebob" bath, and the way things be looking a whole entire mysterious scenario happening !?
By 365poetry3 days ago in Poets
I feel my eyelids, each one the weight of a golf ball. I’m standing up, trying to work… at my eyes are fighting me more than my brain.
By Gabriel Shames3 days ago in Poets
I Am Telling You Directly About the Self. ⚖️ I am speaking to you about the fact of your own mind, not the idea of it but the actual thing operating inside you right now,
By Tim Carmichael3 days ago in Poets
We sat on the porch, wrapped in the quiet, as she poured out her salvation, a heavy gospel laid at my feet. She recited her testimony like a script,
By Archery Owl 3 days ago in Poets
Hands grip the heavy steel. A violent heave, breaking gravity, then the crashing, heavy release.
Such a beautiful "movie". Time flew, nothing really changing There in crowd I attended treasure-pleasure hunt . „SENTIMENTAL VALUE“ (2025) movie jewel absorbing,
By Diana3 days ago in Poets
Today is Plant a Flower Day. All gardeners understand that plants don't grow uniformly. Some thrive in strong sunlight. Others in darker corners. Some don't thrive at all.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin3 days ago in Poets
There were breakthrough lights in the greyness of the clouds. Look around; there is no one on the green tennis of the field
By Caitlin Charlton3 days ago in Poets
Happy Dark Birthday To My Almost Dead Wife Tonight I baked a cake of black roses, five candles trembling like thin ghosts.
By George’s Girl 2026 3 days ago in Poets
We have all this writing Yet what does it mean? Will anyone read it in a thousand years from now? It remains to be seen
By Christopher Beard3 days ago in Poets
