In the stillness of the night's dark shade, A soul awakens, its heart displayed. The world outside may seem asleep, But in this depths, a journey does creep.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
In youthful days, beneath a summer sky, We met, two strangers, with a fleeting sigh. A nervous smile, a glance that wouldn't hold,
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
In realms of swipes and profiles neatly framed, Love's battlefield, where hearts are maimed. No balladeers with lute, no serenades,
Her crown is not of rubies set ablaze, Nor gold that gleams beneath the sun's harsh gaze. Her throne's not built of polished ivory,
Not on a throne of jewels and gold he sits, This King of Love, whose touch the spirit knits. No crown of diamonds rests upon his brow,
Not grand cathedrals, nor endless, starry skies, But a metre of space, where our love quietly thrives. A single square yard, a world we've built for two,
Love isn't draped in one monotonous hue, A tapestry it weaves, vibrant, bold, and true. It dances in a spectrum, emotions ever bright,
The air hung heavy, thick with unspoken woes, A frosty silence where laughter used to flow. Across the chasm, eyes that once held light,
Let go and free yourself Take some time to relax And refocus your mind Just sit back and unwind for a while Let go of all your troubles
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A whisper in the garden, where sunlight softly spills, A fragile flower blossoms, with beauty that enthralls. Petals soft and papery, in hues of pink and white,
The year is twenty-twenty-four, a world of rapid pace, Where tensions simmer, bridges burned, leave scars upon each face. Disagreements fester, like wounds that won't take hold,
Don't lament fate, a puppet on a string, A passive player to what fate may bring. Life's tapestry is woven, thread by thread,
