Cupertino Poet Laureate
It might be too early for many people around the Northern Hemisphere, but in California, Spring is here, full blown Spring, full of flowers and sunshine. 428 more words
3 days, 1 hour
now just two people
each other’s lives.
So little in common between the two of us
You are still the artist, 227 more words
He was never articulate,
educated yet unimaginative.
He knows this.
He knows I know this.
It is not that I expect poetry
over prose. I am the writer… 244 more words
4 days, 1 hour
I'm a Writer, Yes I Am
Five Dollar Psychic
Oh my five dollar psychic
Told me what was what
Parked outside the K-Mart
Sitting in her truck.
I heard about my love life… 227 more words
4 days, 20 hours
The Sanctuary of My Heart
As I traverse so far away,
I pray peace for all each new day.
May hopes for you be heard quite loud
That He would lift any dark cloud. 110 more words
5 days, 2 hours
“Hope” is the thing with feathers
By Emily Dickinson
“Hope” is the thing with feathers -
That perches in the soul -
And sings the tune without the words - 242 more words
6 days, 15 hours
A Poem A Day And Like, Apples, Or Something
(or, to grieve is to rebel)
tiny, brokenthe girl of the treesneedsremembrance.
lace her hair with flowersand sing her asleep,rock her body… 33 more words