I don’t know what this is about It is the worst poem Without a doubt In my mind To be alone can be sublime But to feel alone
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
There is a scar on my heart’s ears It’s from all the years of abuse I got used to It makes it hard to hear when someone says
In forests deep where sunlight plays, Nature orchestrates its grand ballet. The rustle of leaves, a gentle sway, A timeless dance, night to day.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
In kitchens, where secrets hide in spices' embrace, Where pots simmer melodies of aromatic grace, There lies the heart of life's vibrant ballet,
I am the first born I’m worn out and scorned out Bearing the weight of all expectations The weight of a family on my shoulders
be as present as a kiss one day the words that I’m forming right now will no longer Exist. Which makes this moment, a dream
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
In the shadows of the night he roams, A thief so skilled, no one can know,
By Temoor Dar2 years ago in Poets
In the caverns of a shattered heart, Where whispers of love now depart, Echoes of laughter once danced free, Now drowned in tears, a silent plea.
In the dance of hearts, we find our rhythm, Two souls, entwined, in love's prism. With each step, a story unfolds,
In shadows lurks a feeling deep, Where envy wakes from silent sleep. Its eyes, a shade of verdant hue, Cast glances tainted, dark and true.
Where is four Oh, it is locked in a drawer Waiting to be opened How long will it stay there We will just have to wait and see
Licking at the facade Worshiping a nameless god Only to realize All efforts will be forgot Break your back all you want
