Will your poem stand the test of time? It has to be good it doesn't have to rhyme. Some...
Wuthering heights are yon moors of mine
Thru blackish bracken barbed entwine
Far away...
The skys are blue The sun is bright The birds are singing I sit here reading poetry...
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I can only imagine
I can only imagine a day with no pain a day where Iβm not constantly wanting to...
Reflections resonated again and again
Mirages of mirrored images looking through a glass pane...
Eeh isnβt an imagination such a fabulous fascination ?
One will go to places where one hasnβt went...
I think as I ponder then I pen my ink from amidst my mindβs eyes that never blink
That mental...
Ice & snow wanderlust, A winter's tale. Is it a million wishes or frozen souls falling...
I am a writer and I long for THAT appreciation
So be it..even if it is only just a compliment when...
How delicious it would be To taste of life, completely To sweep into a patch of grass...
I want to exist where truth is never told
From fictional fables in those stories of old
...
Poetry's a devoted enchanter, a magician, A true alchemist and a gifted musician. It can...
Relaxed at last, My eyes closed tight. What will I write, And share tonight.
If it wasn't for the composer John Williams, A killer shark would become a beached whale. ...
This chair in which I sit in, This chair so soft and square. This chair in which I dream in...
I lie in my bed just dreaming of you
But then I suddenly wake up feeling sad and blue