In the dawn of each new morning, as the sun begins to rise, There blooms a world of wonder in my little daughter’s eyes. A universe of giggles and a galaxy of grace,
By RAYMOND OGWUabout a year ago in Poets
In the dawning hush, a whisper breaks the night, Heralding the rise of an ancient, golden light. From the eastern cradle, where the horizon sleeps,
In sign language's beauty, hearts find a way, To connect, to cherish, to brighten each day. Hands flutter like birds in a boundless sky,
By Renabout a year ago in Poets
In twilight's hush, where stars alight, The world transforms to softest night, A season's spell, a yuletide call, Where winter's breath enshrouds us all.
In the heart of twilight, where shadows play, There breathes an iron beast, grand and gray. With a whistle shrill and a mighty roar,
In the quiet of a moonlit night, When shadows dance in silver light, A creature roams with silent grace, A feline form, a mystic face.
Beneath the vast and endless night, they gleam, The stars, those ancient beacons bright, they beam. Across the velvet canopy, they spread,
In the stillness of the night, where shadows dance, The moon ascends, a celestial trance, Her silver beams, a tender, gentle light,
In the dawn’s first light, the waters gleam, A mirror to the world’s waking dream, Rippling softly with the breath of morn,
Through valleys deep and mountains high, Where ancient echoes softly lie, The wind, a whisper, passes by, A breath, a song, a mournful sigh.
I used to marinate myself in emotion Now I sit here numb It’s not that bad really Just strange Feels like all has drained from my brain
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
In the heart of Paris, where dreams take flight, There stands a monument, gleaming bright, La Tour Eiffel, with grace and might,
