Feeding The Past

by Satish Verma

I take me,
in the whirlpool of bridges...

Watching the garden from the porch. (1) 1

by Adastra

Dewdrops on the fence
Green grass for frogs to hide in...

A poem about a dead father 3

by nourayasmine

There are mornings
when I wake up...

Unwritten Poem

by Glenn Gay

Simply put
She has always been the most poetic prose of my...

My Christmas Wish: (2) 1

by Scott Cole

May this holiday season
Be full of pure bliss...

One Word (3) 3

by Maple Tree

She said one word
"Good...

Stress Escape

by Broken Nightingale

When everything goes wrong
and nothing seems ever right...

Till Death My Loves (1) 2

by Mark

When all my substance needs not breath of air
And eyes devolve into the depths of night...

Moon Catcher 1

by Angie

Yes, I remember the past
as it has molded me...

Harvest Lost 2

by Ben Pickard

I remember tarrying on the track,
too self-conscious to knock on your little cottage...

A Strangers Hands

by Blake

I cast off my coat and my troubles at your door
My life, well, with you...

Safety issue?

by Beautiful Tragedy

“Once a hitter always a hitter.”
The words bounce around my brain as I look at the...