This is where I run away from and come home to.
This town is home and full of memories.
This is where I live.
Where I feel comfortable. 112 more words
1 day, 6 hours ago
Sergio's Home of Poetry and Creative Writing
The sights I see as I step amongst dense night’s fog in Spring…
Crisp crackles of rocks underneath me wet with each step
Staring yonder through this damp calm of blue suburban trench… 400 more words
1 day, 23 hours ago
I give thanks to the name Mother Universe for having given birth to a refulgent sun.
Warming his sister,
Her name: Earth, who carries a life with spirit all her own.
3 days, 9 hours ago
the human daily
I’m tired of pictures. I’m tired of staring at pages of the lives of those I cannot live. I am confined and defined by the world, which has surrounded me from the moment I was first conceived. 53 more words
4 days, 21 hours ago
Here I am.
As rough as freshly hewn timber.
As smooth as polished silk.
Quick with a quip to make you smile.
Quick with a line to return an insult. 25 more words
1 week, 3 days ago
Think of me what you will.
But think of me.
Think of me when you see a windfarm high on a mountain.
I may have delivered there. 145 more words
Poem By: Laura C., 7th Grade, New York
Author’s Note: about how sentimental secret handshakes can be, and it was inspired by my best friend. 215 more words
2 weeks ago