Wind howls a dirge, snow paints the night, A lone cabin, shrouded in white. Footprints fresh, no tracks depart, Only whispers on the icy heart.
By bishnu prasad2 years ago in Poets
Train tracks hum, a rhythmic song, Snowflakes dance, the night is long😀 Headlights pierce the frosty air, Hometown lights, a beacon there.
Grandma dances, defying time's cruel hand Silver Threads and Salsa Steps Wrinkles etched like laughter lines, Grandma's smile transcends the signs.
Hello, sorcerer. I saw as your grave. It was basic: I followed the stencil of your life from postcards retained.
Lost collar swinging, tail a distant dream, Lily's whimpers echo, shattering the happy scene. Days tick by, posters plead with tear-stained pleas, Will playful paws return on rustling autumn leaves?
Rain lashed the streets, a city wept, An old man huddled, drenched and swept. 👍😃 Invisible to hurried strides, A cardboard shield, where sadness hides.
In bustling London, amidst the grime, A grumpy bulldog named Winston did whine. Hated the leash, the park's routine, Yearned for adventure, a doggo scene.
Tick-tock, the clock mocked, mocking slow, Her life, a record stuck, replaying woe. Love lost, dream crushed, a tear unseen,
A timid mouse, in shadows hid, Watched giants stomp, their laughter skid. A bully king, with booming voice, Taunting a kitten, tiny choice.
"Anyway, it won't last forever," said Chris, "Bless you, you'll die." We giggled Also, everything is better this time. We do not add drugs, mixtures, youth, cardiovascular system.
The first and most important thing is to accept that the beginning of all thoughts is not there. The eyes see the end of the heart stem
Roses are red, thorns sharp and unkind, Love bloomed in spring, leaving memories behind. Smiling eyes met, whispers sweet and low,
