short poems about life and love

the clock’s second hand soundlessly sweeps through empty space. the sun set hours ago. yellow light from a lone streetlamp knifes through...

the screams of happy children no longer fill the air. all is still as multi- colored beach towels hang on the line...

I walk through the park nearly every morning on my way to work. The birds are already milling about, waiting somewhat patiently...

the world doesn’t need poets or painters or politicians. and it doesn’t want your sorrow or anger, too — no matter how...

one blossom petal tossed on a breeze catches her parasol… for only a moment...

vincent had his sunflowers stacked proudly in big yellow vases but i’d prefer a spray of cherry blossoms on the table, their...

through raindrops on the window the red lights refracted into a thousand speckles. outside, a steady stream of cars drove single-file along...

the mid-june sun dips below a line of trees. low-flying clouds skip above tiled rooftops. an afternoon breeze whips through an open...