Valentine's the day they say is for love and friendship allowing for all sorts of feelings actually letting a loved know how you feel
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Poets
Oh, that cookie crunch, as well as that gooey caramel all covered in chocolate and when you take that first crunchy bite I swear I can feel my smile a mile wide.
Primary colors we all remember two funny characters we all come to love or hate all those flavors from plain to peanut to peanut butter to caramel
Chocolate and peanut butter two flavors that melt in your mouth, and I am not talking M&M's. Even though they do melt in your mouth and
Early Life and Background Diaz's upbringing in the Mojave Desert significantly influences her poetic voice. Growing up in a family deeply connected to Mojave traditions and languages, she was immersed in the narratives of her ancestors. However, her journey also involved navigating the challenges of being an Indigenous person in contemporary America, a theme that often surfaces in her poetry.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
Loneliness is not the absence of people, but the absence of understanding— a quiet echo in a crowded room, a shadow that lingers even in the sun.
By mureed hussainabout a year ago in Poets
For those who wield the whip, then say their prisoners lash them Enemies who know well what they do Adversaries shrouded in the wool of those their wolves defile and devour
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
The apple fell too near the tree became an only, crying, pick me got some worms in it’s core from the rock bottom rooted dirt floor
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Milk chocolate illicit decadence lovely caramel and nougat kindly melded together yearning to be eaten way slowly according to
Nursing is caring, nurturing Professional.
Naturally nurturing and trying to be understanding of what is occurring to random patients that suddenly become sickened or injured
Top Story No Chance Why is it getting so hard, I ponder and sigh, To reach that Top Story, as the days drift by? On vocal.media, it feels like a game,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
