Broken bottles Shattered glass, a mournful sight, Once filled with joy, now lost in night. A symbol of what once has been, A fragile vessel, now broken and keen.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
The sea Vast expanse of water deep, Where secrets of the ocean sleep. A symphony of waves that crash, A salty mist, a misty flash.
In the morning’s gentle glow, Let cheer like soft winds flow, A whisper in the waking light, To chase away the dark of night.
By Abbasabout a year ago in Poets
In the shadowed corners of the mind, Where dreams and fears intertwine, A tapestry of moments loomed, Woven from the threads of time.
**Echoes of Time** Time flows like a river, silent and deep, Carving through valleys, where memories sleep. It whispers of moments both tender and strong, Of laughter that lingered, of nights that were long.
Every look holds a silent tale, In fleeting glances, emotions sail, An Eyes that meet, then swiftly part, Speak the language of the heart.
Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
In the shadows of a war-torn land, I walk the path of loss and strife, The winds of change, they cut so cold,
In the heart of home, where echoes dwell, Family values weave their timeless spell. With every meal and shared embrace,
In the crossroads of the night, Choices gleam in soft moonlight. Guides us to where dreams are. Winds of fate and whispers blend,
When shadows whisper doubts to you, And skies seem gray, no light in view, Remember this, a truth so clear— You have the wings to soar, my dear.
In the quiet of the night, When shadows drift and hearts take flight, Love remains, a steadfast light, Guiding through the darkest fight.
