The first step is hard. My backpack gives and then takes. Forward? Yes, I say... * Some urge to map it. Sun on horizon; cold grows.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Traveling faster, than the speed of life, or light. Prismatic rays praise.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
buried in the past the discarded plans we held To begin again
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
You shoot false arrows, not at me, but you went there- not expecting ME.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Surviving unscathed With your heart still in one piece? You didn't do it right.....
cub of icy plains drifts on reveries under drapes of velvet light . the long fingers of warm winds braid soot into the white fur
By R.I. Károly2 years ago in Poets
I often sit and ponder What’s in a dollar Not what is it made of But what it makes for us Often it’s very little And it’s only getting smaller
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Crying and drying tears, pining, whining, getting my act together.
I cried a river. Time and sun have dried it up, I can see land now.
Blossoms on the plains, Whispers of life in the breeze, Prairie's heartbeat blooms.
By Printique Studios2 years ago in Poets
Life can be cruel. Teasing with what we can’t have, You win. I give up. .
so how can it be? To love , without it returned… Without any malice.
