Scattered across the sands of Mars are sun-kissed villages where rovers once wandered, now in the hands of children who sow the seeds of hope, braving the dust of drought, a vibrant future is born of dreams and faith.
By Bishnu Kumar 2 years ago in Poets
This week I am writing about my passions and I am passionate about my sisters! I had one biological sister and she died in 2010 from luekemia. Before then and since I have a lot of sisters. I just wanted to share about this here.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
In the mysterious depths of the unknown, Where shadows dance and whispers roam, Lies a world beyond our comprehension, A realm of infinite dimension.
By Elefty Erika Siama2 years ago in Poets
I carry whispers, hushed and cold. A tapestry of secrets was told. They knot my throat like a tangled thread, words unsaid, wishes held unfed.
In skies of blue, where dreams take flight, A rainbow blooms, a wondrous sight. With hues that dance and colors bright,
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
I am a mother. I will never say I’m better alone Forever or a day I will cherish these moments No matter what they say
By Amber Toney2 years ago in Poets
Solid is my shell, Holding all future designs, A living black box.
By Toby Heward2 years ago in Poets
There was a featureless, dark man lingering by the door. He never knocked, never knocked. He only shows himself at night,
By Ace Melee2 years ago in Poets
Fliers on billboards Looking for our sound out there, The guts of a year * Gear packed and loaded Amps, drums, cables, and guitars,
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
My life is meaningless Without a child I refuse to feed myself myths, like: I am self-sufficient. I am an artist. My family is still a family without a child in it. There is no infant-sized hole in my life.
By Jennifer A. G.2 years ago in Poets
As I sit I think of a sunny beach day As I sit I think of a book to read As I sit I think of a farm with happy animals
By Kelly Vedder2 years ago in Poets
In parchment's embrace, a story unfurls, A letter, a vessel for heart's soft whirls. In ink's delicate dance, emotions abide,
