Ballad

Beautiful Hell
In hell I sit Ready to pass judgment On one more life As the crown weighs heavy on my head The pawns have been moved across the board
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️about a year ago in Poets
The Light That lost its life
Death lay its icy hands on Siyana as she traced the reminiscence of her past. Glowing in the beauty of light, she was sunshine in every realm of her existence, with her touch she would heal and with her laugh, she would fill every soul with abundant zeal. Alas, every light that was blazed with radiance faces its plight. As she returned home, the love of her life smashed her head with a lamp, accused of shunning her chastity, in his rage he vowed to kill her. Thunder rambled across the city, hearing the sound as she looked out the window, looms of darkness surmounted their house, calling to the wind and announcing in the trumpets of air,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Overload
Smells of sensual sensationalism surrounding my nose Tingling tastes of your embrace as my lips lock with yours Hearing the hum and pitter patter as your heart beats faster
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Cloudy Eyes
Behind those eyes, a world untold, A universe of dreams, of gold. But now they're clouded, filled with gray, A storm within, a stormy day.
By Moharif Yuliantoabout a year ago in Poets
Friday Afternoon
The morning's hustle, now a lull, The day's demands, no longer full. The afternoon sun, a golden hue, Casts shadows long, a peaceful view.
By Moharif Yuliantoabout a year ago in Poets
Friday Morning
A new day dawns, a canvas blank, A fresh start, a hopeful prank. The morning sun, a golden ball, Dispels the gloom, answers the call.
By Moharif Yuliantoabout a year ago in Poets
The Beauty Of A Breeze
The beauty of a breeze invisible to sight, except for swaying shrubs and the rustling of leaves. Your soft essence washes over me with ease, bringing such delight, tickling my face, your gust hits me like a kiss and leaves me amazed, as my every worry you erase, then almost flirtatiously you motion to me with the trees.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Elsinore's Shores
Willkommen, dames and gents. My name is Horace Arbogast, Elsinore, Utah’s eldest denizen. In 1840, a plague of near-Biblical proportions beset the Shelbyville to our Springfield: Iliff, Colorado. Weeks turned to months, the harvest moon drawing ever nearer. With the whole of their grape haul desiccated, Iliff sought to bleed our lifeblood, the River Sevier. Ah, but, “fall back” Daylight Saving Time hastened sunup, and their home-team beanies became homing beacons.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
The Idea Of You
A gentle hand caresses an anxious back The aroma of our morning coffee lingers longer than the morning hours The flavors of your Chapstick…Nope that’s for me
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
Beyond
Beyond the Sunlit Mountain, there exists A Serene Vista where a heart skips a beat. The sun ascends, casting its Golden touch upon the rugged peaks...
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Poets
9/25/24
I heard today The universe is an infinite garden of forking paths I sat and thought about that How it sums it all up so well
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Torrential Tears
Raindrops fall like a lovers tongue, tickling and dancing on my skin Thunder roars pillaging my ears like it was committing a sin.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets