I ponder over the hues of the zealous beauty of the sky, In the yonder of nothingness, time in its mirth passes by. The heavens and the earth, the kindness and the ugliness both coincide with their fate,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
I write these words to find your light, A whisper sent through endless night. No walls between, no space too wide,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
A blank page waits, still and pure, My pen hesitates, then makes its mark, A journey ignites from a single spark.
Ink flows gently, a silent stream, Carving thoughts from a waking dream. Words dance softly, line by line, A quiet rhythm, a pulse in time.
Stars blink softly in the velvet sky, Echoes of laughter, a distant sigh. In the heart's quiet chamber, shadows blend. Fragments of joy and sorrow intertwine,
By John Nixon2 years ago in Poets
Tears fall like rain on a quiet night, Silent whispers of a hidden fight. In the heart's soft echo, they remain.
I am growing old, I feel it now, In softened steps and furrowed brow. The days stretch long, yet slip away, Like whispers lost in fading gray.
You there! Voyeur! How do you think this ends? As you stand there, pretentious, on your ugly feet? My mistress lies bare for your leering eyes,
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
Driving Radio on Another poem Another stupid line Because you are my sunshine The thing that keeps me from losing my mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Strapped in my vest The weight crushing my chest Why does life always feel like a test Trapped in the vestments of life
Seven days of whispers, the week unfolds, Each dawn a new chapter, each moment it holds. Monday’s promise, a spark in the air,
The mountains extract the sour taste, as it seeps into their bones And the wholesome scent of pine and earth clears the palate.
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
