Gratitude

HOURGLASS
All of our days are numbered- But if you knew what that number was Would you live any different? Would I? I'm sure the answer from most would be yes
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
spring onions not sultanas
A big bowl of something creamy and gloopy bubbles away on the stove. Dad always makes porridge in the early mornings before school while
By Joe O’Connor2 years ago in Poets
Strawberries And Ice Cream
A Sonnet of Sweetness The music is "Strawberries and Cream" by M4th3m4t1cs 🍓🍨🍓🍨🍓🍨🍓🍨🍓🍨🍓 Strawberries And Ice Cream In A Bowl With A Spoon Always A Childhood Dream Could Never Come Too Soon 🍨🍓🍨 Had To Eat My Main Course I Knew What Was Coming Vanilla And Sweetness Sweet Fruit, Very Tempting 🍨🍓🍨 It's Here In Front Of Me A Spoon Of Strawberry Then Ice Cream You Can See Tastebuds Making Merry 🍨🍓🍨 Strawberries And Ice Cream Always A Childhood Dream 🍓🍨🍓🍨🍓🍨🍓🍨🍓🍨🍓
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Bottled Perfection
The slightest breeze whispers across her skin, Cooling her as she bathes in the sun’s warmth, The days are waning, the rain persistent,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
If I Could Taste Memories
If I could taste memories, I’d like them all sweet, like favourite penny-candy or home-baked date treats. If I could taste memories, I’d love them so snug,
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
A Child’s Scrumptious Love
It is always hard so so hard to tell of the imprints left on my heart by the lovely things I once laid my eyes on and experienced the very first taste of love
By Stella Yan PhD2 years ago in Poets
Memories from the ghetto.
Afros and Bigwheels, hula-hoops and slinkies Disco on the radio, and loads and loads of twinkies. We grew up poor but were too young to understand,
By Lamar Wiggins2 years ago in Poets
it was a simple solution
it was a simple solution designed to keep us sated while we impatiently waited for the lunchtime feast it was a simple concoction
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
What I Learned From the Lockdown
So long ago but just yesterday. Jobs gone. People gone. Groups forbidden. Tylenol sold out. Yeast sold out.
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets
Tart & Sweet
A time machine of nostalgia Gripping tightly to my thoughts Tastebuds awakening With long-forgotten flavor — Unappreciated by many
By Elizabeth Petit2 years ago in Poets
Dale and Thomas
The smell of the store so decadent- The aroma danced on your tongue before you decided on a flavor- I never heard an argument-
By Jada Ferguson2 years ago in Poets
Milk & Honey
Metal scraped against metal And this low I could feel the radiating heat of the stove Against my fever-chilled face, Smell the denim of my father's jeans
By Silver Daux2 years ago in Poets