Just A Sip

Your love grows in the vineyard,
A gift from rain, soil, and sun,
Birth of what you have to give,
But the story is just begun.

Cursed Gift

Sometimes, you don’t know if something is a blessing or a curse.

Just A Sip

Your love grows in the vineyard,
A gift from rain, soil, and sun,
Birth of what you have to give,
But the story is just begun.

Just A Sip

Your love grows in the vineyard,
A gift from rain, soil, and sun,
Birth of what you have to give,
But the story is just begun.

Blame It on the Wine

Heartbeat quickens a bit,
But it is not the wine,
Right next to you I sit,
Everything seems just fine.

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.

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.

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...