In the face of storm and strife, Brave people carve their path through life. They stand where shadows dare not throng.
By Abbasabout a year ago in Poets
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
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Underneath a canopy of stars, where whispers of the night do roam, In twilight’s tender grasp, we find a realm of dreams, a mystic tome.
My grandfather was an image hunter Polaroids, home movies, mischievous snaps; His silken, ninja quickness made us chunter
I used to marinate myself in emotion Now I sit here numb It’s not that bad really Just strange Feels like all has drained from my brain
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
A pounding drum in a shadowed maze, A headache’s grip, a darkened haze. A relentless force, a mind deform. Sharp and dull, a blinding light.
In the quiet hush of dawn's first light, Lies a sacred gift, pure and bright. Forgiveness, a blessing soft and kind,
In gardens green where sunlight spills, Vegetables dance in morning light. Carrots orange, beneath the ground, Silent, growing without a sound.
In the realm of words, a chosen few, Speak of dreams and skies of blue. In every heart, they find their place. Few are the stars that light the night,
In the whisper of dawn, a spark ignites, Through shadows of night, it gently breaks, A promise of day that never forsakes.
