Silohouette

You would lift the weight,
From shoulders, if you could…

Revealed

Be wary of the fine words,
That drip like honey,
Into eager ears…

Night

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

Haunted

At the dark end of a wayward street,
Atop a bare and lonely ,
its the old man’s mansion replete,
Bespoke in tendrilled ivy vest.

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!