Love Implores But Without Sincerity
Broken, unprepared to play the game, too much effort for too little gain, the love most people offer, and most
Read morePoetry is a genre of literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.
Broken, unprepared to play the game, too much effort for too little gain, the love most people offer, and most
Read moreTis not love that transforms us, it’s love’s potential, for within those veils of layered truths lurks much pain as
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Read moreBereft of the nurture I once new, without the heart of love I once construed, I have found my giving
Read moreI wish I were a leaf, swept up in the warm embrace of a breeze, and from there what I
Read moreIt’s snowing in the nearby hills, a symptom of our earthly ills, and hail just unleashed a thunderous wrath, our
Read moreWith trepidation I walk the paths of invitation, coaxed by those who need, perhaps to feed, and I the prey
Read moreOne step from disaster, one moment of clarity passed, one realization there is no going back, one crystal clear empty
Read moreTime has flown, like birds taking wing, I know that soon, autumn will bring back sweet memories, of different times.
Read moreThe lapping against the bow is like a watery metronome, slapping, resounding as time dictates the swell, and gulls up
Read moreLighthouse Sonnet Series Cheerful Lighthouse My Love – A Lighthouse Sonnet Such fond memories oft come o’er me still Where
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Read moreOld Gramps and the horses … Old Gramps and the horses . He walked bent over at the waist most
Read moreIf I could just stare down eternity, and with certainty grasp the plan, what a soul earns in time and
Read moreThe truth trickles for the human collective like a viscous syrup, ever so slowly dripping into the mainstream of common
Read moreWhat lies hidden beneath… Hidden beneath this tiny craft Alone on the great big sea There’s certainty in your eyes
Read moreIt is not a muse that leaves us, abandons us when words cease to rise, it is our connection with
Read moreI beg of you dream weaver …
Read moreThe Tent Boxing Troupe “Step up, step up Tent boxing’s the game, If you can fight, Come make your name.
Read moreThe eyes of the eternal stare relentlessly into my soul, as if I am tissue paper, a diaphanous mold without
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