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“Whispers Beneath the Crimson Sun”
Beneath a sky where fire meets peace, The crimson sun begins to cease, Its bleeding light on waters still, A hush upon the island hill.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
"I’m Not Okay, But I’ll Write Until I Am"
I’m not okay. And maybe that’s finally okay to say. I’ve worn the mask, the smile that cracked at the edges, like a porcelain doll no one dares to drop.
By Muhammad Saeed6 months ago in Poets
The Fight to Exist
I do not always speak the things that coil and churn beneath my smile the war just to exist, to breathe without a price affixed to every breath.
By Cadma6 months ago in Poets
"The Whispering Wand"
Upon a pedestal carved in grace, Where shadows dance and stars embrace, A wand of power, old and wise, Stirs silence with enchanted sighs.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
"The Spellbound Pages"
In twilight’s hush, upon worn wood, An ancient tome in silence stood. Its pages curled with whispered age, Yet danced like spirits on a stage.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
“The Magician's Flame”
In a velvet night where silence hums, A magician stands — the showman comes. With eyes like still and stormless seas, He bends the stars with practiced ease.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
Whispers in the Midnight Bloom
In the hush of a moonlit sigh, so deep, Where stars above and waters sleep, A single rose begins to weep— Its petals hold a dream to keep.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
"Silhouette of Silence"
In the hush of dusk, a figure stands, A whisper carved by unseen hands. No face, no name—just shape and shade, A soul where silent storms cascade.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
The Veil of Fragrance
There lies an old secret in flowers so still, No face to be seen, yet hearts they thrill. The bouquet she held with fingers so mild,
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
"Whispers to the Sky"
She lifts the flowers to the sky, so wide, As if her heart with them would glide. A scarf of peace, a robe of grace, No sorrow dwells upon her face.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
"The Language of Tears"
In silence born, in silence fall, A whisper rolling down the wall Of cheeks that once held pride so high— Now drenched beneath a weeping sky.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
🧸 Why the Peekaboo Teddy Bear Toy Is a Favourite for Babies in the UK 🎁
The peekaboo teddy bear toy UK is more than just cute—it’s fun, interactive, and supports early learning. This cuddly bear moves, talks, and plays peekaboo, making it a great gift for babies and toddlers.
By Baby Shopper6 months ago in Poets