In the quiet of sunrise, a murmured serenade, As the sun pussyfoots through the drapery of night's shade. A material of varieties, a divine dance,
By GOWTHAM2 years ago in Poets
Moxie the Snowman An adventurous old soul Who was Frosty’s More handsome More intelligent Older cousin Knew how to
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Ah, Joan, my dearest Joan, how fair you are With your cornflower eyes and rose bud lips, Your golden wheat hair veiled in posies and lace.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
I dreamed I was a star. I dreamed all night of you. You are the one I love. The one I want. So, I became a spark.
By Denise Larkin4 years ago in Poets
