The Live Poets Society

What is it about this stone wall That so inspires the public baring  Of your private souls? This sharing, Jeremiah, Of your fore...

The day will come, There'll come a time... When we shall taste raspberry wine, I'll pour a drink from the carafe As we tur...

Oh, ecstasy of taste! The sublime succulent honey sweetness of your sun kissed flesh melts in my mouth, while your fluid essen...

A kitten was dying on the hot sidewalk.  She was grey and very soft.  My friend and I were fair-skinned and female Wandering an unfa...

I don’t want to be a man anymore I want to be a silvery freak A grayish freak, a bluish freak A dancing freak made of silvery stuff ...

Filaments of red and black pulled by small, quick fingers - this is the way my mother did it, building a pattern piece by woven pi...

    The gadget in my hand is a dear friend. With it I can text and call anyone at almost anytime anywhere. I can take and send pictures i...