Once bright shining silk Haunted ghosts of memory By withered hands stroked ………….. Tattered lace ribbons Shredded by times vagaries
By Andrew C McDonald12 months ago in Poets
Oh My Child, Come Back to Me The cradle’s still, the room is bare, She rocks alone in empty air, Her arms reach out to hold the past,
By George’s Girl 2026 12 months ago in Poets
Alone in this love Solitary confinement Please open your heart
Picked up a sharp knife And took a slice out of life Now my room’s padded
Two sides every coin Yet reality has three Yours, mine, and the truth
He came by today We broke bread, talked, departed Life’s final house guest
A visitor came Yet he was not welcomed in Why do we fear Him?
Once more to the mine Dig, work, suffer, cough, black lung Is this truly all?
They railed against fate Then became that which they hate Pure hypocrisy ::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::: For the victims who become the victimizers. For Gaza.
She needs our help today. Michelle Liew 🌍🌍🌎🌏🌍🌎🌏🌍🌎🌏🌍🌎🌏🌍🌎🌏🌍🌎🌏🌍🌎🌏🌍🌎 A new bag for the Earth Reusable, plastic-free--
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin12 months ago in Poets
Ghosts of poetry Vanishing into the mists Literary death ****************************** I borrowed the first line from a talented poet here.. Kelli Sheckler-Amsden. Her senryu made me stop and take notice. Check it out.
Needed new hobby Tried to learn origami Paper tiger cut Below is the link to Natasha’s unofficial challenge
