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Bored Bette
Sitting for hours To have her picture done Daring not to move Not even to blink For fear that the painter Will get everything all wrong
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Bluebonnets and Bees
In a jar full of blue Is all my love for you Yellow petals combine Showing our love entwine A scent you can almost see Drawing to it the honey bee
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
The Roses Bloom Of Winter
Upon the darkness comes a carpet of night, Soon awoken by a shimmer fair and bright. With but a twinkle I saw its first breath,
By Toby Heward2 years ago in Poets
Abecedarian Creek
A babbling brook careening down every
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Interview
Why do you write the things you do? Because it's who I am. Who do you write these stories for? Myself, to distract from the world around me.
By Thomas James2 years ago in Poets
Anything but A Writer
If I was anything but a Writer, perhaps I could find peace. But I am a Writer and there is no peace in this work. If I was anything but a Writer, perhaps I could belong. But I am a Writer and the only time I don't feel alone is in the pages I fill.
By Thomas James2 years ago in Poets
Feathered Verses
Another day goes by, Bluejays squawk, eat seed and fly Careening through the air Daylight has begun to break Early birds fly down to the lake
By Xine Segalas2 years ago in Poets
Tired Mother
Nothing is better than their smile. The tiny humans you made. But at the end of the day When they have gone to bed and are quiet.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Poets
Time
Time is timeless, The past is always growing, always expanding. The past is teaching, educating, and warning. The past is unchanging but repeating.
By Jennisea Redfield2 years ago in Poets
Beware
Beware they said - don't get too close a lie is trickier than most a smile can catch you by surprise the truth is hiding in their eyes
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Life line
The flow of life rises and falls Sometimes I'm wandering, sometimes I'm alone When life is spectacularly sublimated
By PhoTuc2 years ago in Poets
Night Mare
Wings of black smoke She comes for me With outstretched talons Wanting to grip my face Staring through me With her flame-filled eyes
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets