Not all love's pronouncements bloom in joyous song, For in its depths, a darker tide can throng. These are the cries of love, a symphony untold,
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
I used to feel bad for what might happen to you Then you showed your true self And I realized who you really are You’re just another scar
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The sun, a relentless sculptor, etched lines on her face, A tapestry of laughter, etched with an aging grace. Her eyes, once pools of azure, now held a silver gleam,
Love, a melody with notes both sweet and sharp, A symphony of joy, a tear-stained, mournful harp. It paints a world in vibrant hues, then cloaks it all in gray,
The desert wind whispers secrets untold, Across dunes of gold, where the sun burns bold. A shimmering oasis, a trick of the light,
In dusty fields where sunflowers sway, A gentle giant grazes all day. Not stallion proud, nor beast of might, But humble donkey, a patient sight.
In the quiet of the night, When the world is still and bare, Shadows come alive with light, Whispers fill the air. I step into the moon's soft glow,
By CHRISTIAN P2 years ago in Poets
In the vast expanse where stars are born, In the depths of space where mysteries adorn, There lies a dance, both subtle and grand,
By Byron Loderick2 years ago in Poets
There is no remedy for love but to love more The taste of love renders the conscience of thee, Impounding on the senses, catastrophizing the stellar of pragmatism in its magnanimity.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Not with roses red, nor diamonds bright, Does love ignite its everlasting light. But in the vast expanse, where stars convene,
Love is spicy, not for the faint of heart, A fiery tango, tearing passion's chart. Not bland and mellow, a predictable beat,
Love, a tangled web, a cryptic rhyme, A symphony of joy, yet laced with time. It pulls you close, a warmth that fills the soul,
