A poet, a painter, a prophet of peace, A soul that yearned for the world's release. From Lebanon, a land of strife, He sought a path to a better life.
By Moharif Yuliantoabout a year ago in Poets
A mournful wail, a mournful sound, A ghostly echo, deep and profound. A train that glides through the velvet night, Its headlights piercing the inky light.
She reached up to the night and embraced the heavens. Kissed the sky and asked God why. She couldn't find a love worthy of her spirit so divine.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Twilight Train A winding track, a fading light, A train that whispers through the night. Its mournful whistle, a lonely sigh,
It’s more important to press pen to paper Before the thoughts disappear into vapor But an aberration of the mind Like the clocks chiming
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Like coffee and cigarettes Unfiltered and raw Is how I draw the thoughts from my mind Sometimes it’s the only way I can unwind
Unfiltered and unflattering A little of this A spattering of that I always write off the cuff There’s not much time to think about it
Verse I The letters I found the letters in the attic, yellowed parchment cradling secrets of yore.
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Poets
The mind sees what the eyes refuse to see The road to hell is paved with well behaved slaves Constructing staves to save my mind
A land once bathed in golden light, Now shrouded in a deepening night. The once vibrant hues, now dimmed and pale, A nation's spirit, starting to fail.
If you know the taste of salt on your lips, The sting of tears, the bitter drips, The weight of loss, the ache of pain, Then you know the depths of the human vein.
Fifteen years, a fleeting span, A journey through life's grand plan. A time of dreams, of hopes and fears, A world of wonder, joys and tears.
