Life is precious Life is short Write your story We’ve all been knocked off of our emotional bicycles But we will find our way back on in our own time
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Elvis had a pair of shoes, That was special, oh so fine, He called them his blue suede shoes, And they were his pride and shine.
By Ewa Patoka2 years ago in Poets
By day, the sun ignites the sand, A scorching gaze across the land. But in your eyes, Layla, I see, A moonlit oasis, cool and free.
By mahmoud elsaad2 years ago in Poets
See yourself in the mirror. Embrace your true self, as you look at yourself. Because the tale that only you can tell, lies in the well of your soul.
By Cilian Murphy2 years ago in Poets
Where emotions clash and shadows dwell are the depths of the psyche, the scene of inner conflicts. A violent storm, an unrelenting battle,
Across the sands, where sun beats down, My loyal friend, with nary a frown. Jamal, my camel, strong and tall, You answer every desert call.
In celebration of Babs Iverson's third anniversary as a wonderful Vocal creator and her 300th story, please enjoy my entry in her unofficial challenge, Ask Me In December. See my lyrical inspiration below to reference the melody.
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
In the tender garden of youth's spring, First love bloomed, a delicate thing, With petals soft as the blush of dawn, And a promise of days, forever drawn.
Let me share with you what I see- May I? Dissensions and rivalries- No one can agree Why are we, fighting we?- Rejecting The One we need
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
Standing behind the wall, forbidden to look tall, To be the dainty taste for a man’s unsatiated hunger, The tale of a woman’s right to emancipation has seen it all.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Pain What is pain? Pain is only feeling the rain On a sunny day Pain is being alone in a crowded room Pain is not having them around
Inspiration can come from anywhere But the voice always comes Sometimes it’s a roar Sometimes it’s a hum Sometimes it comes when I’m too busy with life to write
