When I was five I put a quarter into a toy machine. A toy soldier was dispensed in a plastic dome — perfect for making
By Paul Aaron Domenick9 days ago in Poets
It Never Forgets Some say the rose remembers, though silence veils its breath, it gathers every whisper, it studies love and death.
By George’s Girl 2026 9 days ago in Poets
The Face That Waits Beyond the Trees He stands between the fading light and time, A figure pressed against the thinning air,
one day before i leave and i am still calm the butterflies are stirring but they're still asleep i pull clothes out evaluate
By ali9 days ago in Poets
“You are never too old to set another goal or to dream a new dream.” The beauty of human nature is that we have a real ‘thirst’ for knowledge.
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff9 days ago in Poets
Every Wednesday my youngest daughter saw her sister and me leave for ballet class And every Wednesday she would hang on the door
By Carlos Garbiras9 days ago in Poets
Why is he staring through, as if he knew what to do !? A little muppet I suppose, assuming this is something that makes sense !?
By 365poetry9 days ago in Poets
“Don’t change so people will like you. Be yourself and the right people will love the real you.” Being true to ourselves
Christmas without you once again Dad At 29, I cried like a child. God took the dad that I loved The house was quiet, lights softly aglow,
spotted nature’s art made by leaves and gentle rain a gift of mindfulness. Note: I observe mindfully, as I go on my walks. One day, me and the kids spotted this beautiful art by nature.
By Seema Patel9 days ago in Poets
I'm not afraid of spiders that scurry and skitter on spindly little matchstick legs Descending from above unseen on silken threads
By A. J. Schoenfeld9 days ago in Poets
Gifts don’t have to be materialistic, they can be emotional. When my daughter was five, in preschool, she made something for me.
