Night

We speak ill of the night,
Equate it with the dark,
As lacking any light,
Devoid of any spark.

The Dark Places

For some it is a tiny hole,
Just a speck upon the soul,
For others, a massive cave,
Where the light is not so brave.

Going Dark

It is but one flame in the candelabra of life…

The Wee Hours

It’s dark. The only light, the fluorescent glow of the screen. Like a campfire, it cannot reach past where I sit.

Sabrina Escorcio

Poetry and Prose

Crosswalk

Sharing My Journey of Faith And Experience

BLOSSOM READS

Cherish every moment

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

UnderthePhilosotree

Connecting philosophy to the world around us

PoeticBelle by Srishti Mundhra

Dichotomy | Contrast | Life

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author. Veteran. Patriot. Martial Artist.

Finding Life

Scribbled pieces of life

Rum and Robots

We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Wild Scared Crazy

It's an uncertain life!