Ballad

EVENING SKY
**Whispers of the Evening Sky** In the quiet hush of twilight's grace, When the sun dips low in a tender embrace, The sky whispers secrets to the earth below, Of dreams once woven, of winds that blow.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
LOVE
**The Language of Love** Love speaks in whispers, in soft-spoken tones, In the warmth of a glance, in the comfort of home. It sings in the laughter that dances on air, In the silence of moments that two hearts share.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
TIME
**Echoes of Time** Time flows like a river, silent and deep, Carving through valleys, where memories sleep. It whispers of moments both tender and strong, Of laughter that lingered, of nights that were long.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
biannual shoestring festival madness
Cassettes spins in the alleys Broken oboes cry to make shade For the presidents' parade Stupefied by fools dancing Doctors cackles
By jcpoetryabout a year ago in Poets
Where Does the Trash Go
Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Arif and Farzana love story
Arif and Farzana met on a fresh harvest time evening in a clamoring commercial center in Lahore. The city, with its lively tones and chaos of sounds, felt like a material of life. Arif, a youthful craftsman with an unkempt facial hair growth and an energy for painting, was meandering through the slows down looking for motivation. Farzana, a writer with a peaceful presence and an affection for books, was there to track down old compositions and uncommon volumes for her assortment.
By Arif zamanabout a year ago in Poets
Is an Independent Life Good?
Is an Independent Life Good? In the quest for freedom's grace, We seek the path with space to trace, A life unbound by ties of old,
By Bal IKBALabout a year ago in Poets
The End
The end of one world Is the beginning of another Like a child Slipping from its mother Life is a journey Of yearning We used to live
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Where a soul is found
In twilight’s hush, a soul takes flight, Amidst the shadows of the night, Where dreams and whispers softly blend, A heart seeks grace, a path to mend.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
Delilah's Defense
Samson--be gone. Beauty--you're a needy beast Disappear into the ether You never-ending tease. Get so far away from me,
By Jennifer L Osborneabout a year ago in Poets
Now Or Never
Photos we’ll never be in, Buildings we’ll never stand before, Stairs our feet will never touch, Trains we’ll never board,
By Karima SH.about a year ago in Poets
answer
After years of questioning and searching for answers deep within, she discovered that she felt nothing towards her parents. No love warmed her heart for them, and no longing disturbed her days. After diving deep into her emotions, she confronted this painful truth and asked herself the question she had long avoided: Why? The sorrow gnawed at her as she faced this bitter reality, and the thought of whether this fate would also befall her children weighed heavily on her.
By Warm vanilla about a year ago in Poets