In depths where light and shadow merge, Beneath the waves where secrets surge, They dance with currents, weave through reefs,
By Abbasabout a year ago in Poets
In shadows where the doubts take flight, We stand alone, our truths to face, In the quiet, we find our place. The mirror shows a stranger's gaze,
The sun has sunk beneath the crest, The final dusk, a fleeting test, And in the dark, where echoes fade, We realize the choices made.
In realms where golden sunsets blaze, And victory’s light casts grand displays, The echoes of our deeds resound,
In the quiet of the dawn’s first light, Where dreams are soft and hopes take flight, I claim the world with tender hands,
“Then I looked on all my works that mine hands had wrought, and on the travail that I had labored to do: and behold, all is vanity and vexation of the spirit: and there is no profit under the sun.” --The Book of Ecclesiastes, 2:11
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Jujubes bob above the surface Rust red suns on a liquid horizon Thin, translucent crowns around mushrooms Glistening brown caps
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
The dawn unfurls its golden light, Chasing shadows of the night. Eyes flutter open, dreams recede, To greet the day with gentle heed.
The naïve observer will mistake this For a scene of diabolical crime But this is not a cruel bite; a kiss Would better characterize this strange time
In shadows deep where secrets lie, A truth awaited, veiled in the guise. I sought the light, the hero's call,
I’m on a journey A journey of yearning Is this something I’ve been earning So many days have past Full of reflection Wondering what direction I’m going
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Follow the leads where shadows play, To dawn’s embrace and twilight’s sway, The secrets of the breaking day.
