Clinging to Embers Leaves Only Ashes The fireplace whispers tales of winters past, Embers glowing, remnants of a fire that couldn't last.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Broken Wing The wind once sang a song of endless flight, My feathers, white as snow, a dazzling sight. I soared on thermals, kissed the sun's warm face,
Let curiosity be your compass, true, And chase the whispers of what's yet to view. For knowledge, vast as endless firmaments,
A name, a whisper on my lips, a sigh, A constant echo in a silent sky. Your laughter, music to a yearning ear, But meant for others, never meant for here.
The world may rush with fleeting things, A whirlwind chase, a heart that sings Of fleeting passions, quick and bright, But ours, my love, is a different light.
Not with a crash of thunder, nor a blinding flash of light, But with a gentle ember, our love began to ignite. No whirlwind passion, fierce and all-consuming,
Your love, a creeping vine, so sweet, so strong, Entwined my soul in its seductive song. It bloomed with promises, a vibrant hue,
The silken threads, they shimmered bright, A web of allure, bathed in golden light. Love's melody, a siren's call, Beckoned me closer, destined to enthrall.
We're getting romantic, a slow, sweet bloom, Not fireworks bursting, but a steady moon. No whirlwind passion, no thunderous roar,
Little Hands, Big Dreams Little hands, so small and new, Hold a pencil, and a dream or two. A future artist, or a writer true,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
With spatula in hand, they conduct the pace A maestro of flavors, in a culinary embrace The sizzle and aroma, a symphony so fine
Kindness is a gift, that we can all give A smile, a hug, a listening ear to live It's a language, that's understood by all
