The lake

This Is A Photograph Of Me
It was taken some time ago.
At first it seems to be
a smeared
print: blurred lines and... more

Poet: Margaret Atwood

by: Margaret Atwood | category: Art Poetry | rating:

Night Poem
There is nothing to be afraid of,
it is only the wind
changing to the east, it is... more

Poet: Margaret Atwood

by: Margaret Atwood | category: Dark Poetry | rating:

Morning in the Burned House
In the burned house I am eating breakfast.
You understand: there is no house, there is no... more

Poet: Margaret Atwood

by: Margaret Atwood | category: Sad Poetry | rating:

Ripples
One single drop of water falls into a pond.
Ripples flowing outwards make a sudden... more

Poet: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak

by: Mary E-A. K. Remaniak | category: Nature Poetry | rating:

The Lake
The Lake...
Where we fell in love.
The glisten on the water
From the star soaked sky... more

Poet: Brittany Keating

by: Brittany Keating | category: Love Poetry | rating:

The Wind
The wind is a lost soul
And it swings on the porch chair
Swims in the lake
Climbs to... more

Poet: Francesca Martin

by: Francesca Martin | category: Nature Poetry | rating:

Tag, you're it
I did not see you,
Did not hear you
Though you said you saw my face
Called to me, but... more

Poet: Francesca Martin

by: Francesca Martin | category: Sad Poetry | rating: