A troop of giants, necks reaching high, Giraffe Squad roams beneath the sky. Their spots, like dappled sunsets, glow, As they graze on acacia trees, oh so slow.
By Moharif Yuliantoabout a year ago in Poets
Tiny creatures, flitting free, Male flies, a buzzing glee. With eyes that see, a world unknown, They dance and buzz, alone.
A tale of pride, a kingdom's might, A lion cub, born into the light. A noble soul, a future king, A mighty roar, a joyful sing.
Soon my mind will fade In this place where shadows grow Lo, the time has come for buried dreams to leave the shade Encrochached on days where sorrows flow
By Shequinah Nanshanapaabout a year ago in Poets
A gentle giant, a majestic sight, With tusks of ivory, pure and white. Its trunk, a versatile tool, so strong, It lifts and carries, all day long.
In a clandestine dance, they meet in the night, A world of passion, hidden from sight. Autonomous commutes, their secret domain,
By Solomon Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
In the silence of unwhispered dreams, I wander, Seeking solace in the depths of my mind, Where tacit journeys silently meander,
A life withering away like falling leaves, Once vibrant and green, now fading with ease. The autumn breeze carries them to the ground,
The sky, a canvas, painted gray, Weeps tears of rain, a mournful day. The world, a garden, drenched and drowned, As nature mourns, a mournful sound.
The sky, a canvas painted gray, Weeps tears of rain, a mournful day. The world, a garden, drenched and drowned, As nature mourns, a mournful sound.
A chilling scream, a piercing cry, Echoing through the endless sky. A mournful wail, a haunting sound, A spectral voice, lost and unbound.
A phrase so simple, yet so profound, A promise made, a bond unbound. It echoes softly, a gentle sound, A hope that lingers, never drowned.
