Don't hold me too tight Or I may take flight Like a butterfly with delicate wings I need to run free So keep loving me And forgive my failings
By Karen Cave2 years ago in Poets
**Whispers of the Evening Sky** In the quiet hush of twilight's grace, When the sun dips low in a tender embrace, The sky whispers secrets to the earth below, Of dreams once woven, of winds that blow.
By Juliusly 2 years ago in Poets
**The Language of Love** Love speaks in whispers, in soft-spoken tones, In the warmth of a glance, in the comfort of home. It sings in the laughter that dances on air, In the silence of moments that two hearts share.
**Echoes of Time** Time flows like a river, silent and deep, Carving through valleys, where memories sleep. It whispers of moments both tender and strong, Of laughter that lingered, of nights that were long.
**Dreamcatcher’s Song** In the quiet of night, when the world is still, Dreams take flight over moonlit hill. They whisper softly in the midnight air, Weaving through stars, dancing without a care.
Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A big noise made us, and water and DNA to let the dinosaurs out-mammal us out of Bronze, Iron, Religion ages; taking over, learning, discovering
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Resilience Oh, resilience, a virtue strong and true, A beacon of hope, that shines through life's journey anew. A capacity to weather, life's storms and strife, And emerge unbroken, with a spirit that thrives in life.
Hope Oh, hope, a beacon in the darkest night, A light that shines so bright, and guides us to new light. A gentle whisper, that echoes in our heart, A promise of tomorrow, that never departs.
Creativity Oh, creativity, a spark that ignites the mind, A flame that flickers, with ideas left behind. A gentle breeze, that whispers secrets in our ear, A muse that guides us, to bring forth something new and clear.
we’ve cried writhed seethed and tried to hide behind masks and blankets alike from the new demons that leer meticulously deconstructing our spirit through jeer
By purging purgatory2 years ago in Poets
I grieve, I am grieving, when I am not with you. I know I am lying to myself, but I want your heart to feel it too. The winds of change pass me by, because my storm will never break.
