If I Sleep

Or lilting words from thoughts unkept,
That speak my name with loving breath…

Tomorrow Comes

Swooping from heaven to pluck us,
From the hell they dropped us in…

The Early Bird

It is a sad little song,
Warbled in the dawn…

The Early Bird

It is a sad little song,
Warbled in the dawn…

Lover’s Lullaby

Let twilight fall into night,
And I will hold you near…

Winter Dreams

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

If I Sleep

Or lilting words from thoughts unkept,
That speak my name with loving breath…

Tomorrow Comes

Swooping from heaven to pluck us,
From the hell they dropped us in…

The Early Bird

It is a sad little song,
Warbled in the dawn…

It’s the Little Things – Editorial

It’s the little things, like having a dream. Not in the broad sense of some grand hope for your life, but in the literal sense of dreaming while you sleep.

Flannel with Faith

Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air

JaZzArt en València

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

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

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

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Pete Springer

Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author

saania2806.wordpress.com/

Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!

Poetry collection

Work by Rain Alchemist

Paul's Poetry Playground

It's Time to Play...

yaskhan

Verba volant, scripta manent !