Tags : Breath

oh soul

oh soul

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz


my buddy
Gift of Life....

Gift of Life....

A Poem by Dawn


We take breathingas instinct and a matter of factuntil the day comes or somethinghappens to you when you just can not breathe without helplike someone..
Self Esteem

Self Esteem

A Poem by Cari Lynn Vaughn


Consumed by others opinions of you and their acceptance or rejection of you.
Feeling

Feeling

A Poem by Wafa


I stand alone like a ghost in this darkness
Soot

Soot

A Poem by Robert Ronnow


Soot on LA highway signs. Billboard of you,a real estate agent. All endeavor slidestoward inertia, extinction, forgetfulness.It’s very tropical...
Floral Breath

Floral Breath

A Poem by L. Aericko


There was a quote I've always loved involving flowers planted in lungs.
Christmas is approaching

Christmas is approaching

A Story by Kathy Van Kurin


Just a drive home one night in December of 2017 and still had my fur buddy, Violet. This is about the tiny little blessings we miss if we blink and ar..
Truth (Psalm 104)

Truth (Psalm 104)

A Poem by Apollos


Straight from Mt. Zion.
Baudelaire translations

Baudelaire translations

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


Le Balcon (The Balcony)by Charles Baudelaireloose translation by Michael R. BurchParamour of memory, ultimate mistress,source of all pleasure, my only..
Charles Baudelaire "Le Balcon" translation

Charles Baudelaire "Le Balcon" translation

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


This is Charles Baudelaire's "Le Balcon" (The Balcony) in a modern English translation by Michael R. Burch.
Charles Baudelaire "Les Bijoux" translation

Charles Baudelaire "Les Bijoux" translation

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


Charles Baudelaire's "Les Bijoux" (The Jewels) in a modern English translation by Michael R. Burch.
Neat, no chaser.

Neat, no chaser.

A Poem by Dripping Chocolate Madnes..


No such thing as too much.
I Have Labored Sore

I Have Labored Sore

A Poem by Michael R. Burch


"I Have Labored Sore" medieval English translation
Reality

Reality

A Poem by mou


Reality isspeaking with meas I touch the dead end of the threadMurk arrives on horizonReality can be astounding tooas it gifts breaths in letting goBr..
Footsteps Breath

Footsteps Breath

A Poem by R.J Calzonetti (SinisterP..


I want to be writing something to top "Metronome" right now, but I ended up writing a short, simple poem instead.
Dance With Me

Dance With Me

A Poem by Wild Willow Blue


It's just that way
Come to me

Come to me

A Poem by grace


A sip from an old vintage tea...

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