Ballad

The Taken
dear to my heart that bleeds with the broken the without the dead speaks to me whispers of the past hear them
By Astride Evans2 years ago in Poets
Echoes in Silence
In the vast quietude where words fade into the background, life’s most profound truths resonate as echoes in silence. Here, in the untouched calm, the soul speaks without sound, communicating through the vibrations of existence that permeate the stillness. This silent symphony is not void of content but rich with the unvoiced narratives of our inner worlds.
By Pritam Laskar2 years ago in Poets
Shade No More
Title: Shade No More (Verse 1) In the shadows of loyalty, where whispers weave their lies, Through the maze of real-life chatter, where truths often disguise,
By Denelsia Walker2 years ago in Poets
Justice for the People
Title: Justice for the People (Verse 1) Corruption in the halls, power plays in disguise, Promises they make, while truth hides behind their lies.
By Denelsia Walker2 years ago in Poets
My lost hours
He´s sweeter than an apple pie, His hands so soft, soul untouched, has never said the last goodbye, Never heard the devil knocking on his door.
By Sleeping Pills 2 years ago in Poets
Death and I had a rendezvous. . Content Warning.
Scrambling through my ecstasies, I stumbled across the depths of blue, On my way to my deathbed, I and Death had a rendezvous.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Bridge
Everyone marvels at your beauty and grandeur How you span the gap with such grace They wonder at your strength That is
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A CHAIN EXPLOSION
It’s fleeting this being something matter-made in the cold gut of eternal darkness.
By Meri Utkovska2 years ago in Poets
The Art of Unfolding Dreams
In a world of ink and paper, Where dreams are but whispers faint, There lies a hidden treasure, Crafted with delicate restraint.
By GiftsFlash.com2 years ago in Poets
Stained Glass Window
Lord as much as I wish that I had it together Your Grace was once shown when you parted the sea Sometimes I feel like a fabric unraveling
By Mezmur2 years ago in Poets
The First Child's Burden
In a family where dreams are made, A first child stands, with weight to bear, Expected to succeed, to pave the way, For siblings to follow, come what may.
By JaymaeV2 years ago in Poets
Give and Take
Oh? That’s all you want? A little injection of trust? Well, I suppose I must explain to you Since you’re new How to earn that for which you yearn
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Poets