I was born in 1962, 1958, or even 1979 - clap if you have the same feeling !? I had sex at 10, 25, 98 - clap if you have the same feeling !?
By 365poetryabout 4 hours ago in Poets
***** December - 2025.... There will always be 24 hours within a day, 52 weeks within a year, and according to the calendar, it just doesn't seem right when none of us have taken our purpose and life goals into consideration.
They’d pave paradise For a floodlit parking lot Children have their say - o - o - Planning Application 26/00352/
By Raymond G. Taylorabout 10 hours ago in Poets
zillions of redbuds standing quietly beneath them nothing but blessings. Redbuds are blooming now. What a gorgeous sight. Ephemeral, so all the more beautiful.
By Seema Patelabout 13 hours ago in Poets
Science helps us all: See the world differently, Grow with new info
By Gabriel Shamesabout 15 hours ago in Poets
Aching in my bones Whilst bent upon tired feet Tears, sighs vouch for me
By Victoria Yadiraabout 17 hours ago in Poets
Something, I'm saying something as if this word needs enough messages !? Something, I'm saying that makes us want to know exactly what it is that makes us who we are, and what we should do !?
By 365poetryabout 21 hours ago in Poets
Noisy students here Waiting calmly for quiet Now I can teach them
By Reb Kreylingabout 22 hours ago in Poets
if nothing humbles writing money will surely your time is dirt cheap. Note: We, as writers know what a disrespect it is to our time, as we get cents for the cerebral works.
By Seema Patelabout 24 hours ago in Poets
The bee hasn't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !? This bee hasn't moved, and also, haven't said hello to you, the function of it is to provide HONEY !?
By 365poetrya day ago in Poets
I'm trying to understand the capacity of our thoughts !? The capacity of our words as we think of things from the past.. The capacity of engaging with a person, a name, or a page - the capacity to experience life more than what it is these stage !?
Your smile, sunrise glow Heart beats like spring's soft rainfall We drift, endless sea
By Forest Greena day ago in Poets
