Believing that sarcasm is mockery and arrogance, Empire of the benevolent dictator. Nothing can divert him from his destiny
By Tony Herlin2 years ago in Poets
With gentle soul and nature's keenest eye, The ISFP, a bard of quiet grace, Doth find in solitude sweet reverie, And paints the world with beauty's soft embrace.
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
Within a heart that seeks a solace deep, A wellspring of emotions, shyly kept, The ISFP, with gentle spirit, weeps, Yet finds in nature's embrace, a solace swept.
Take a look I’m hooked on books I like to write poems That flow like rainbows In the drifts Riffs in my mind’s eye Weaving truths with every lie
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
With gentle hand and heart that knows no guile, The ISFJ with Two's soft wing entwined, A loyal soul, with purpose to beguile
With gentle hand and heart that seeks to mend, The ISFJ, a soul of quiet grace, Doth weave a world where harmony transcends,
Pizza rolls between my toes Gushers exploding as I bite the ends Doritos were really neato But not as fun as a pocket full of Cheetos
Amidst the hustle and bustle of everyday life in the vibrant metropolis of New York, there was a love story that transcended the norm—a narrative entwined with enduring devotion, passion, and chance.
By CHRISTIE2 years ago in Poets
With heart of gold and gentle, watchful eye, The ISFJ, a friend of loyal grace, Doth weave a tapestry of memory, Where cherished moments find their rightful place.
With heart of gold and mind that dwells on past, The ISFJ with duty's flame doth burn, A loyal soul, in whom traditions last,
With stoic gaze, the ISTP doth stand, A silent soul, with logic as their guide, Their minds a vault of knowledge close at hand,
With keenest eye the world I do dissect, A craftsman's mind, with logic's hand I wield, Though doubts may linger, whispers I suspect,
