Gratitude
Dawdling is TCB
Today I was busy and distracted by all of that "busy-ness." I had groceries to buy after the ice had melted and I could finally drive in it. I was focused and had a mission. The cold January air reminded me that I wanted to be home again where it was warm and there would be, well... less people. (I am an introvert.) The problem was that my oldest son was with me. The problem was that he is a dawdler. And he always stops to talk to all those people. (He is an extrovert.)
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
Rise Again
Tried and true my soul does speak Reaching through, and breaking silence Thoughts so fragile, made of glass Pieces shattering from unspoken violence. ~*~ Running around in spiral circles Valiantly chasing empty promises Cleaving to a false hope given, My own personal Adonises. ~*~ Believing yet, of a future secure Dreams of copacetic connection Trying my hand at this thing called hope "Is this love?" Being the truest of questions. ~*~ Bleach stained moments, Selective is how I choose to remember Idolizing the good over the bad My white flag I willingly surrender. ~*~ Deep feeling thoughts, deeper filled cuts Wounds that will not heal What was once an innocent heart Now can no longer feel. ~*~ Eager for the sunlight to touch my skin Breaking through this new formed stone Finding light, unbinding the darkness Ready again to take the throne.
By Tressa Rose2 years ago in Poets
Patriotic Panorama
In the ethereal tapestry of America's landscapes lies an enigmatic beauty, waiting to be unraveled. "Unveiling America's Beauty" echoes the poetic odyssey, where harmonious horizons, ephemeral echoes, and lyrical landscapes converge. Whispers of freedom resonate through stanzas, crafting a sonneted symphony that mirrors the grandeur and spirit of the USA. As the eagle's quill delicately composes verses, each line maps the vastness of America's beauty, akin to a verse vista illuminating the nation. This long description embarks on an exploration of the unknown facets, evoking awe in stanzas and serenading the homeland with a patriotic panorama. Through sonnets of the shores, it delicately captures the fleeting echoes, revealing a splendor that remains timeless and yet to be fully discovered.
By Scott Lewis2 years ago in Poets






