They stand— Tall, unwavering, As if they were the first to rise When the earth learned how to breathe. Trees— Not just wood and leaf,
By Emma 4 months ago in Poets
Soft as morning dew, Gentle as a dream unfolding, The rabbit moves— A fragile whisper of life, Yet stronger than it seems.
By Emma 5 months ago in Poets
In the stillness of the grass, It moves unseen, A ribbon of silence, A whisper of the earth itself. The serpent does not rush,
We walk on roads no one remembers, Streets paved with our silent dreams, Carrying hopes like fragile lanterns, Flickering, yet refusing to fade.
Sarah walks quietly through the streets of life, Her smile is gentle, her voice is soft, Yet in her eyes lives an ocean, A storm no one dares to touch.
They call him mad, A clown painted in chaos, But madness is only the echo Of a world that never listened. He was once a child,
The first drop falls, and I think it is my own tear. But the sky weeps with me, softly, endlessly— a companion for the words
A child throws a stone in the dust, pretending it’s a toy car. Another draws with chalk on the wall, not knowing the wall
They told me time heals, but time has only stretched the silence. Every morning, I wait for a message, every evening, I hope for footsteps—
The moon hung low, silver and still, Shadows danced upon the hill. A thousand voices lost in the night, Yet one soft prayer became the light.
The night was heavy, the stars grew shy, Dreams lay scattered, asking why. Every soul carried a secret pain, But still, we longed for love again.
In a world of noise, where voices collide, Truth often hides, with nowhere to reside. Between every sentence, a pause takes its stand,
