with backward mutters of dissevering power
This a sonnet about the anxiety and resentment. Generally speaking, anxiety is living in future — a reality about which you may have desires, but ultimately have no power to ensure. 267 more words
2 hours, 48 minutes ago
My silky hair needs expensive shampoo
With fine ingredients such as palm oil.
I also need to fix things with strong glue
‘Cause it easier than having me toil. 76 more words
3 hours, 13 minutes ago
everynight, when i look upon a star
the sea of stars would appear to reply
it feels like you look at me from a far… 185 more words
3 hours, 25 minutes ago
by Maggie Smith
Life is short, though I keep this from my children.
Life is short, and I’ve shortened mine
in a thousand delicious, ill-advised ways, 398 more words
4 hours, 19 minutes ago
Pays de poésie
Du lys la blanche âme s’élève,
Âme qui surmonte la peur.
Ce lys, dit-on, n’a pas de coeur,
Car il existe dans un rêve.
Il sait que sa vie sera brève, 55 more words
6 hours, 11 minutes ago
If a sun might rise in wistful autumn
might the blazing maple speak a sonnet.
For when hue shining spectacular let
sweet mind visit simple love is solemn. 79 more words
14 hours, 32 minutes ago
How my heart speaks
The face that was familiar is no more
Yet with my mind I conjure up his eyes
His last warm smile, his wink,oh my sweet Lord… 87 more words
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