Poetic Injustice

In lovely prose did Kilmer write,
Impressed by an arbored delight,
“I think that I shall never see,
A poem lovely as a tree.”

No. 2

…We are but a penciled scrawl,
Life constant in its sharpening…

Immortalized

We laugh in the face of death, we own forever,
For we have been written down, long penned…

Tattoo

The canvas we own,
Painted by artisan’s hand,
That cannot be bought or sold…

Poetic Injustice

In lovely prose did Kilmer write,
Impressed by an arbored delight,
“I think that I shall never see,
A poem lovely as a tree.”

A Year of Ink

“The gift of words, holds within it every possibility. Boundless permutations of human thought, emotion, and expression. It is like the universe wrapped with a bow. And, how do you thank someone for that?”

My Desk

Stained with black ink,
And salted with hard tears,
It becomes the womb…

Reticent Ink

Black iron dripped from the quill,
Life scratched into stiff parchment…

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♥️

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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