Donations are essential to keep Write Out Loud going    

Popular last 30 days

love Poem poetry depression sad life truth death nonet War

Popular last 12 months

Love poetry life poem nature death Hope war loss poet

honey (Remove filter)

Recent Comments

John Coopey on Eradicating an old flame pain
1 hour ago

Reggie's Ghost on Wild Dogs
4 hours ago

rob1967able on tearing us apart.
4 hours ago

Manish Singh Rajput on Sitting To Write
8 hours ago

Manish Singh Rajput on Peninsula
8 hours ago

Carpe Diem on Breathe
8 hours ago

Tim Higbee on Peninsula
11 hours ago

Auracle on In memoriam...
13 hours ago

Auracle on Fred's dilemma
13 hours ago

Auracle on Another Shadow
14 hours ago

Ageless Heart

marching years wear

furrows in our faces,

pits and wan hollows

no denying the traces

 

our faces look like hell

wrinkles so eerily bold

yet our hearts are kids

that'll never grow old

 

your skin was like honey

hair smoother than silk

hands, soft and tender

shoulders white as milk

 

honey and silk no more,

hands crabbed and bent,

shoulders thin and...

Read and leave comments (0)

agelessheartwrinklesfaceshoneysilkmilkcrabbedlove

The Little folk

At the end of the garden,by the big old oak

Hidden away from inquisitve eyes,

Is a dwelling place for the little folk

usually mistaken for butterflies!

 

The flowers grow higher, the grass much more sweet,

a soft green carpet under your feet.

It's easy to miss them, not clearly in sight,

the time they enjoy most, is quite late at night!

You see, they are cautious, and da...

Read and leave comments (2)

folkhoneybutterfliesoaknectarchildren

This site uses cookies. By continuing to browse, you are agreeing to our use of cookies.

Find out more Hide this message