Watched a man walk down the street, Smoking an unlit cigarette, Very mysterious, What was he doing on his phone, He was calling the afro police,
By Tambourine Man2 years ago in Poets
Love's not a constant, gentle stream, A placid path, a sunlit dream. It's a wild river, ever changing, With rapids roaring, sunshine rearranging.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Love's not a symphony, precise and grand, No soaring notes, each movement planned. It's not a lecture, clear and bright, But whispered secrets in the fading light.
Love's not a waltz in perfect time, No measured steps, a graceful rhyme. It's not a picnic, calm and neat, But frantic laughter, down a crazy street.
Love's not a gentle summer breeze, Nor whispered secrets 'neath the trees. It's not a slow and steady flame, But embers wild, a whispered name.
Doodling in the night depths of shadows cover my page yet I see throught the light Expressing myself out the cage Doubtful about the unclear sight
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
Ah, fair Seraphina, your beauty outshines the very stars in the sky Would you honor me with a dance under the moonlit night
By Sarby Salawie Luweleng2 years ago in Poets
Love, a melody that fills the air, A whispered promise, a tender, heartfelt prayer. It blooms in hearts, a vibrant, living thing,
On storming with self-love in July Stuttering in the essence of my stance of who I yearn to be, The remnants of desires pierce the soul in a demeanour that abdicated the glee
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
She cannot come into her own, not in yours, or even her own timing. but when the concrete breaks under her feet & she appears...
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
In the dark corners of cities, in the silent corridors of power, There lies a web of oppression, intricately woven, Threads of deceit spun by the hands of the greedy, A tapestry of corruption and unyielding power.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet corners of forgotten streets, Where shadows linger long after the sun has set, There breathes the whispers of dissent, A ballad of hate, insidious and unseen.
