Love's not a sunlit, verdant field, Where laughter rings and hearts are healed. It's not a dance of joyous sound, But frosted silence, beauty profound.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Love's not a gentle summer breeze, Nor whispered secrets 'neath the trees. It's not a slow and steady flame, But embers wild, a whispered name.
In quiet corners, worlds unfold, Through pages worn and stories told. The Eyes that dance on lines of ink, In every word, new lives they drink.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
In the hush of dawn, I stand alone, With silent breath, the seeds are sown. Time drifts by, a gentle stream, In the quiet, I dream.
Behind the glass, a portrait held in thrall, A woman sits, her gaze enthralling all. Mona Lisa, with a smile so faint and sly,
On storming with self-love in July Stuttering in the essence of my stance of who I yearn to be, The remnants of desires pierce the soul in a demeanour that abdicated the glee
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet of dawn, a whisper so still, I wander through memories, a heart to fulfill. Each moment a brushstroke, a color, a hue,
In the quiet of the morning, when shadows still linger, The world seems to hold its breath, waiting, For in this hush, we remember the departed souls, Whose whispers echo in the chambers of our hearts.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
In the shadows where memories lie, Whispers of forgotten dreams sigh. Echoes of hopes once held so dear, Fade like stars in morning's clear.
In the gym's symphony of sweat and strain, Muscles awaken, a rhythmic refrain. With each rep, a battle won anew, Strength forged from effort, tried and true.
In the hush of the unknown's quiet plea, Where mysteries dance and shadows flee, Paths untrodden, waiting to be traced,
Where dost thou reside? Now that the power is beyond my grasp, To bear these burdens within, I persist in the search,
By Cielo2 years ago in Poets
