Coaxed.
Noisy demands of rat-race,
No longer appeal to my,
Sense of belonging.
The sound of the sea 🌊.
Coaxing me to salty breeze.
Noisy demands vanquished,
By waves lapping over,
My toes, even on icy morn.
The sea shore coaxing,
Away from inevitable madness.
© 17/11/2025 rog leach
hello all . how are you all. tonight @ #dversepoets pub we are discussing being coaxed into something over being coursed into something. here is my 44 worded quadrille using the word coax.
The life of the story can only fit into a few words, but what if those words were stories, and then love became poetry.
A Video Poetry Blog by Shirley Ann Bunyan
words of twilight
rejuvenatement - not retirement
If you want to be a hero well just follow me
Word painter and story slave
Inspiration and Spirituality **Award Free**
POETRY RANDOM THOUGHTS AND STUFF LIKE THAT...
Culture and Communities at the Heart Of India
In the Name of God, the Most Compassionate, the Most Merciful
An Independent Nondiscriminatory Platform With No Religious, Political, Financial, or Social Affiliations - FOUNDED 2014
Funny Blogs With A Hint Of Personal Development
Adventures in Poetry and Writing
Gaming News and Review
Epic fantasy & military sci-fi author.
Poet It Out
“There is no easy way from the earth to the stars” Seneca
Trying to grow into the successful man God called me to be
perspective poetry 
You must be logged in to post a comment.