Ekphrastic

You are my life and you are my death
Come let's sit between the candles and dance under the drizzle of rain Let's embrace the star of the sky and dream of what the moon is
By Housekeepingabout a year ago in Poets
Chasms in my palms
If 100 mere flicks of my hand/could swat away sweaty nights and days; If 100 mere blinks of my eyes/could wash the grain of y'inz;
By WOAabout a year ago in Poets
I long for you
I long for you For you are tenderness And you are safety And the oasis of my heart when it gets tired I long for you with the longing of the deserts
By Housekeepingabout a year ago in Poets
her purest love
Love, a whisper in the gentle breeze, A tender touch that puts hearts at ease. It blooms in silence, soft and true, A light that shines through skies of blue.
By Housekeepingabout a year ago in Poets
Lechuza ou Owl Witch: Légende Urbaine de la Sorcière
The enigmatic figure of the Lechuza, or Owl Witch, has long captivated the imagination of cultures across the Americas. This légende urbaine de la sorcière weaves together themes of mysticism, folklore, and fear, leaving an indelible mark on local traditions and stories. In this article, we delve into the origins, symbolism, and modern interpretations of the Lechuza, unraveling why this figure continues to intrigue believers and skeptics alike.
By Housekeepingabout a year ago in Poets
Devils You Know
Temptations are ubiquitous and strong A swarm of appetites is every soul To some sort of demon, many belong Tranquil serenity should be our goal
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Embracing the chaos that embellishes within me
Embracing the chaos that embellishes within me Chaos belied in its mindful tune as the atrocities of the uncertain waves began to dance,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Fantasy
We all live in a fantasy Made up realities that we believe Long gone are the ways we thought it would be Childhood dreams drowned in a sea of bitter reality
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Meet Me Next Christmas: Movie review
Meet Me Next Christmas: A Festive Frolic Through the Big Apple A heartwarming holiday tale that captures the magic of the season
By Nimalabout a year ago in Poets
Good morning
Good morning my homeland With you the morning departed And made a place for it so be patient And I want to kill it so think
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
Confession Angle
I sat on the confession chair My soul is in deep sorrow And around me are four wolves And the fifth of them sits in front of me for investigation
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
"The First Frost of Winter"
Beneath the hush of morning’s light, A breath of cold, a sparkling sight. The world, once warm and wrapped in gold, Now wears a gown of silver, bold.
By Azra parveenabout a year ago in Poets