Many idiots Read my pale laundry as a Sign of surrender
By D. J. Reddall3 months ago in Poets
When nights grow heavy upon your chest, And hope feels like an uninvited guest, Remember this—your shaking soul Was never born to lose control.
By Daily Motivation3 months ago in Poets
Donning the harness Following brief liberty Chaps all healthy hides
Heretics between Days that are blessed and holy Lost, listless limbos
I danced and I sang When you came crashing cruelly The darkness turned on
By Tanya Lei3 months ago in Poets
I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person. Taking what they didn't give, or perhaps left for me to do. I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person.
By 365poetry3 months ago in Poets
Now Dasher, or was it Prancer? Vixen, or Blixen ? Jamaica is not on the map - and I'm tired of trying to protect them from TREASON!
What really matters Is how things appear to be On various screens
In darkest winter The beacon stars shine brightest Onward Traveler! ————————————————————— A/N: Been on vacation for a bit. Lots to catch up on. I promise I’ll get to it.
By Matthew J. Fromm3 months ago in Poets
I am a true Grinch I do not like December It stresses me out.
By Susan Fourtané 3 months ago in Poets
1st Day...... Dear Santa, I must let you know that I tried this thing with the "Jamaican" people, I don't know, they seem to think I'm replacing you with something, or someone else - oh well... we should stick to the "Patrrage In A Pear Tree", we should...
🐦🔥♨️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥♨️🐦🔥 Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn, Burn Only Ashes Left 🐦🔥♨️🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥♨️🐦🔥
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
