Toss all thy worries into sleep And all thy nightmares to the heap Lest all thy living waking day Be melancholy’s field of play -jwm… more →
Poems and Poetic Fragmentsversepalace wrote 2 days ago: So, we’ll go no more a roving So late into the night, Though the heart be still as loving, And … more →
joliow wrote 5 days ago: I sit in silence before you Maker of all that is seen and unseen. You pervade the entire universe ma … more →
dioburto wrote 1 week ago: informed since he was six that they only way to make 6 figures was to sell oz’s until he was s … more →
dioburto wrote 1 week ago: its odd that I’m even writing this down, you’re reading waiting for witty word play and … more →
dioburto wrote 1 week ago: the correlation between our grins exists only when hands are held, or laughs occur in generous scoop … more →
dioburto wrote 1 week ago: I saw Vegas lights, and swore it was all a conspiracy, a mean to an end, tunnel vision about decisio … more →
dioburto wrote 1 week ago: I’m not the victim, I’m a volunteer, forgetting my role, ignoring the rules, over analyz … more →
dioburto wrote 1 week ago: my baritone accented the hi hat she tapped on my chest, she needed music in her life, she needed a b … more →
dioburto wrote 1 week ago: I counted how much each moment weighed as she wrapped lips around light breaths, saying my name, slo … more →
dioburto wrote 1 week ago: the night was our trading block, we put flirtatious couplets in chains on display for only our eyes … more →
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John May wrote 2 weeks ago: Toss all thy worries into sleep And all thy nightmares to the heap Lest all thy living waking day Be … more →
John May wrote 3 weeks ago: Some want for Winter when it’s May- But May is happ’ly of my soul. Should Winter rise by what they p … more →
joliow wrote 1 month ago: It is the month of November, and memories of old come flooding my mind. Somehow, the end of the year … more →
John May wrote 1 month ago: That I’ll miss Summer’s so so true But bless you Winter, come on through Your mystic flakes that gli … more →
John May wrote 1 month ago: From Autumn leaves that auburn wear The Winter’s dreadful cold in chain, To Spring’s electric, emera … more →
John May wrote 1 month ago: I knew a girl whose voice like bells Would ring through all the Winter air- She’s the girl that I ca … more →
John May wrote 1 month ago: Rilke’s Winter’s in my breast Milton’s happy Summer’s gone Black’s the … more →
joliow wrote 1 month ago: October is a time to remember some of my favourite sainits, and one of them is St Therese of the Chi … more →