Ballad

A Mother Lion Love
This French ballade that consist of eight lines of either 8 to 10 syllables per line is called a Huitain poem. Guideline
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Poets
freedom of conscience
A dove lived and sang a chirp Freedom of passion if it were free from the cage As if it was woven from Her love would not have become visions of tales, but when it rang, it saw the dreams approaching
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
I Was Your Good Thang
You say this You swear that But your actions don’t even match No your actions don’t match You think you can trick me But I’m not falling for no of of your trickery
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
The World Sings
The World Sings Time forgot me, lost in a dream, I fell in love with songs, where hearts may gleam.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
The Old Woman's System and the Treasures It Contains
The old woman's system and the statement of what treasures it contains The meaning of the old woman among these people is one hundred
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
Autumn and Winter fairies battle for first frost
Pumpkins, apples and the last remnant of valiant sunglow All came with hopeful hearts to witness the showdown Russet-Red and Winter-dark's battle for the first frost
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Poets
Tasting Preferences on Turkey Day
Prepping the Dinner Table I like broccoli and I like green beans, but I don't like spinach or collard greens. Pass me some creamed corn or marshmallowed yams,
By Shanon Angermeyer Normanabout a year ago in Poets
Relearning the Steps
Yesterday I got angry at you again. I screamed. LOUD. Oh, so loud. Too loud. I stopped hearing the music. Then... You let me be for a while.
By Manisha Dhalaniabout a year ago in Poets
Pour rationally
She said: I want him as a close friend He said: I want her as a friendly husband She said: I have great lessons and in my mind I find eternity
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
Finding the stars
I looked at the stars flying with longing So I told her sing about nearness and distance She said: How can I sing about the closeness of the heart? So I told her sing about love as a support
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
Twin love
Love created me and made me young That birth and love is great And I see love preserved in my heart My love is not lost, it does not become
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
Don't love the full moon
Don't love the full moon, oh heart, that's enough. Don't throw yourself into the arms of love For you walk on the edge of death and love a heart with an eloquent tongue, so you love a weak heart that suffers for a star that caresses the cold of misery
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets