In caverns deep, where shadows lie, An ancient echo whispers by. A tale of souls, entwined as one, A melody sung, since time begun.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
The light in your eyes, a distant star, Twinkles unseen, yet felt afar. A beacon bright in swirling night, Guiding my soul with gentle light.
The moon, a pearl in velvet skies, Casts silver whispers, soft and wise. On ancient stones, where lovers tread, A timeless tale, in silence said.
A Monarch's Passing: A Dialogue I mourn the old woman, ninety-six years strong, Why should I weep for a tyrant’s song?
By Nneka Anieze2 years ago in Poets
The sun, a painter bold and bright, Across the canvas, dawn ignites. A single teardrop, heaven-sent, Descends on earth, its purpose lent.
It is the evening twilight of the lived years, as autumn's eventide beckons and calls A time when wild passions no longer flow in oceans of longing and youthful exuberance
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Poets
The stake of existence in its tale binds the beauty of the true, The theft of commodification of invaded privacy hid the Bane of silence under its sinew
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
"Mark you," sayeth he, "At Ayelsford's bloody battle, Flesh and bone feathered cruelly with arrows sharp, My voice cried out loudly to long absent Fortune,
By John Cox2 years ago in Poets
In morning’s hush, your breath I find, A fusion rich, a scent combined. Of coffee dark and smoke entwined, A gothic charm, so well designed.
By chaimaa alidrissi2 years ago in Poets
Not just a grain, but a story untold, The flavor of wheat, a warmth to behold. From golden fields, beneath the summer sun,
Not passion's fire, nor lust's consuming flame, But love's pure essence, whispering a name. Not stained by conflict, nor jealousy's sting,
In whispered coos of cocoa sighs, Love's fragrance fills the air, it lies Not just in roses, soft and pink, But in the depth of darkest drink.
