A poem is a garden where thoughts gently bloom, In verses that wander, dispelling the gloom. Lines trace the contours of a hidden dream,
By Abbasabout a year ago in Poets
In the realm of thought, where the shadows fade, Allama Iqbal's voice a timeless cascade. He penned dreams of freedom with a visionary quill,
In the shadow of moments when strength starts to fray, We find ourselves faltering, in the soft light of day. The heart feels heavy, the spirit ached and worn,
Whispers of the Invisible: A Poem of Silent Echoes In the corners of bustling streets, She glides, unseen, a whisper Among the shouts of hurried feet,
By inspirational poems about a year ago in Poets
Veiled Whispers: The Enigma of the Invisible Girl In realms unseen, a silent war, A girl confronts what lies in store. A heavy heart, a weary soul,
Rising before dawn, as so many times before, he walks to the banks of the Magdalena River. . His age-worn boat bobs,
By Randy Bakerabout a year ago in Poets
The afternoons are fly-buzz drowsy now The fans ignore us and, bored, turn away; To lift this leaden heat, we know not how
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
In the dim light of a quiet room, I feel the weight of a shadowed gloom. Yet struggles to find the notes to show.
In the face of storm and strife, Brave people carve their path through life. They stand where shadows dare not throng.
In the whisper of the wind, a story’s told, Of dreams once bright, now gentle and bold. Through tangled paths and winding lanes,
From shattered dreams and broken days, Emerges strength in newfound ways. Through trials faced and shadows cast,
Beware the indiscriminate father For he could well mistake you for his child And, while insisting that it is no bother
