This poem is dedicated to my friend Leenda, as she likes to be called She wanted to bring me flowers she said She baked a fruitcake instead I was relieved An omen to my speedy recovery Eons ago huge r… more →
The Ultimatedebrajstuart wrote 5 days ago: Why are reflections always so fond, Memories more beautiful than when real, Moments remembered lovel … more →
debrajstuart wrote 5 days ago: There comes a time To face ourselves As inwardly as known To evaluate, to criticize, To understand, … more →
debrajstuart wrote 1 week ago: Of human weakness we are born fragile Life often takes its bittersweet toll Triumph, blessings and w … more →
lerfish wrote 1 week ago: When rest is evasive You see the worlds darker side, One full of lies, And drunks, unfortunately, I … more →
lerfish wrote 1 week ago: Looking up numbers, dialing the digits in cling, clang, clunk, dunk you hear the chimneys churning. … more →
lerfish wrote 1 week ago: Bloodshot eyes stare up at blue skies Waiting for the rain. Buckets and tubs. Bottles and bowls. Any … more →
lerfish wrote 1 week ago: Mad man, mad man, what do you see? do you see the parents and children in vain? they smile at the ty … more →
lerfish wrote 1 week ago: Devilish voices ring out in halos. halos which form a cold empty cell. you alone are trapped with no … more →
lerfish wrote 1 week ago: No pain in this picture frame. Scenes from a silent film, Only not silent; Because silence is a ring … more →
lerfish wrote 1 week ago: Prophets live here. Staring out, at me staring in. What a look, what a scene; there’s a bald m … more →
lerfish wrote 1 week ago: The singular star and the little girl’s scars with the yellow sun and the orange sky but cupid … more →
lerfish wrote 2 weeks ago: Swear that cyclops run this town, When the psychics see it coming. Little is left to salvage from Th … more →
debrajstuart wrote 2 weeks ago: Thankful for this moment Thankful for this hour Thankful for this day Thankful for all the days befo … more →
AyyA wrote 1 month ago: This poem is dedicated to my friend Leenda, as she likes to be called She wanted to bring me flowers … more →
spiritofthesea wrote 1 month ago: Apples and Oranges, soft, tender fruit, The world passes by him, he’s a spectator; mute. Sitting on … more →
spiritofthesea wrote 2 months ago: If only words had the power to express,the extent of a heart’s distress Emotion, like a river … more →
spiritofthesea wrote 2 months ago: Come my friend, let us drown again,In the joy of sweet bitterness We’ll toast through night, f … more →
spiritofthesea wrote 2 months ago: Fret not my love, for I’m not broken, But falling into a pit f joy. The night is young, my wor … more →
spiritofthesea wrote 2 months ago: In a moment of madness sprinting to the goal, only fate lay witness reverberating off the pole The w … more →