Dear Love, You are the timeless force that guides our lives, The whisper in the wind, the pull of the tide, Ever present, shaping our hearts,
By Uncledee'2 years ago in Poets
In the quest for the ebb and flow, In the hammered wheels of agility and the art of being slow. The due course of nature strides in its crafty demeanour,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
In the shadow of the past, where lessons lie, We glean the truths that time can’t deny. From echoes of yesteryears, wisdom springs, Guiding our hearts as the past softly sings.
By Juliusly 2 years ago in Poets
**Courage** In the silent depths where shadows fall, Where doubt whispers and fear stands tall, There lies a spark, though faint and small, That lights the heart and dares to call.
By the window, each day begins with a vigil, a devoted sentinel awaiting your return. In the quiet of mornings,
By Taylor Ward2 years ago in Poets
This hauntingly daunting feeling The unreality of watching my dreams unfold before my eyes Watching them rip off their disguise
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
In the stillness of twilight, I am woven into the essence of your being, a tapestry spun from threads of longing and devotion.
The obliteration of alliteration Waiting for liberation Through visitation Living in stagnation The harsh realities of our society
In the hush of dawn’s first breath, where the ground is softened by morning dew, a silent grace emerges, a fleeting shadow in the half-light.
Sitting by the window, In the morning light glow, with Lilting spring day's gentle show, Exists a tranquil moment,
By Jaimie2 years ago in Poets
Responsibility** Responsibility, a weighty load, A burden borne, a path untrod. Yet, in its depths, a strength is found, A maturity that's truly profound.
the Skippable** Some people, like ads that play on screen, A fleeting moment, a passing scene. They interrupt our lives, they break our stride, And leave us wishing they would hide.
