Warm Westward Wind

Without recourse you arid blow
Across cracked and barren brown lands
Hot leathered coils what you bestow
These callused, sun burnt cowboy hands

Sahara

You are my vampent desert,
My scorched, dry earth,
Your love as shifting as the sands,
The pervasive grit that scratches with your words,
Creeps into every opening of my soul.

Tears in the Sand

If amidst the dry and sandy sea,
They could sit right across from me,
Would we still kill one another,
Or would we have seen a brother.

Warm Westward Wind

Without recourse you arid blow
Across cracked and barren brown lands
Hot leathered coils what you bestow
These callused, sun burnt cowboy hands

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

A Struggling Author

My Journey with You

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Sabrina Escorcio

Poetry and Prose

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