Post Here Yours Poems

Now, today, in the silence of a room that has once held life,
it whispers of times long hidden in memories. Tomorrow—or even the thought of it—feels like an exertion of strength:
how to face, in life, those faces that might mean a great deal,
or perhaps mean nothing at all. But would they merely be hints of what is to come,
or intentions that blur and fade into the eternal ether of time?

Knew it, again.

It's that New Year's Eve leftover booze, isn't it?

I made a haiku to celebrate the new year, I hope you all enjoy it

boobs big boobies boobs
small boobs big boobs boobie boobs
biggy juggie juggs