Trying to collect money Is like trying to catch sand The more you have The less it fits in your hand There will never be enough time to collect it all
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
In the depths of Aokigahara stands Logan Paul, dejected "what I meant I did, and I won't be much better," he's followed by a line of family influencers
By M.about a year ago in Poets
In the quiet of the night, When all the world has dimmed its light, There lies a voice, soft and true, Whispering what we all must do.
By Dabasish Palabout a year ago in Poets
We start in innocence, pure and bright, Eyes wide open to the light. But as we walk, the road does turn, With every lesson, every burn.
A moment here, a moment gone, In the blink, in the yawn. We grasp at time, we clutch, we hold, Yet it slips like grains of gold.
In the rhythm of the earth, We find our joy, our pain, our mirth. From birth to death, the cycle spins, Each ending marks where life begins.
Threads of gold and threads of gray, Woven through our lives each day. Moments fleeting, moments still, A tapestry we slowly fill.
Poem 1: Twilight's Embrace Daylight fades, a gentle hush, As twilight's magic, starts to blush. Workweek's burdens, slowly seep,
By Moharif Yuliantoabout a year ago in Poets
What great guilt, all the better, Grandma swallows stone, For she is the wolf
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
There is no more you, There is no more us Now, there is only me and myself, Reflecting as night falls ~ From the window of my room,
By Radiant Rootsabout a year ago in Poets
In the silent darkness of the night Rain falls gently, softly kissing the earth Each drop sings a melody Accompanying the night with an eternal rhythm
A person is a quiet storm, A melody of dusk and dawn, With eyes like windows, deeply warm, And dreams where hopes are softly drawn.
By Abbasabout a year ago in Poets
