Winter Dreams

Leaves fall like flakes of gold and bronze,
Tumbling through the cool autumn air…

Bombed Out

Thoughts fall like bombs,
Rippling the plane of my existence…

Aboard an Autumn Ship

Greenery remains aloft
As yet to take the plunge
And dapples mountain far as soft
As painter’s well-worn sponge

Lament of a Season

Cornfields tall cut short by farmer’s scythe,
Frost greeting each long-shadowed sunrise,
Days seem to be but a flashing of light,
Before again the cold and dark of night.

Winter Camp

The last sip of lukewarm coffee
Dying fire turns to ember
Woolen cap pulled down tightly
Against winds of December

Night Rider

The twilight comes too fast now
Midday sun not near as high
Season running out somehow
Cooler wind in cloudless sky

Aboard an Autumn Ship

Greenery remains aloft
As yet to take the plunge
And dapples mountain far as soft
As painter’s well-worn sponge

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

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author

Finding Life

Scribbled pieces of life