Within the pages of a humble notebook, Lies a world of wonders, waiting to be took. Blank lines stretch out like paths untraveled,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
In the velvet folds of night, where stars ignite, There gleams a splendor, a shimmering light. Jewels adorning the darkness with their grace,
Love, a melody with notes both sweet and sharp, A symphony of joy, a tear-stained, mournful harp. It paints a world in vibrant hues, then cloaks it all in gray,
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
In shadows deep, where dreams unfold, A whispered tale, of stories untold. Beneath the moon's soft silver glow, Where murmurs of the night-time flow.
Our love's not a sonnet, a rhyme neatly bound, No damsel in distress, no knight to be found. It skips the clichés, the roses and doves,
Love, a force unseen, a whispered rhyme, A tapestry of threads, both dark and sublime. Two sides it holds, a coin forever tossed,
Whispers of dusk where secrets intersect. Beneath the cloak of night's gentle shroud, Hearts unburdened, emotions avowed.
In twilight's hush, whispers rise, Where shadows dance 'neath starlit skies. A symphony of whispers, soft and low,
There is no remedy for love but to love more The taste of love renders the conscience of thee, Impounding on the senses, catastrophizing the stellar of pragmatism in its magnanimity.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Inhale, a rush of air, a life-giving embrace, Love whispers secrets in this vital space. Not words that flutter, nor gestures grand,
A bitter truth, a whispered sigh, Love's sacrifice, beneath a tearful sky. Not flames extinguished, nor passion grown cold,
One, a single glance, a spark ignites, Across a crowded room, a stolen glimpse of light. A fluttering in the chest, a nervous, sweet surprise,
