The world was painted hues of gold, Your laughter filled the air I hold. But now the colors, dull and wan, Reflect a love that's lost and gone.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Standing behind the wall, forbidden to look tall, To be the dainty taste for a man’s unsatiated hunger, The tale of a woman’s right to emancipation has seen it all.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Pain What is pain? Pain is only feeling the rain On a sunny day Pain is being alone in a crowded room Pain is not having them around
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A crimson tide, a gift unseen, A selfless act, a flowing stream. Blood donation, a noble deed, Planting hope, a vital seed.
Inspiration can come from anywhere But the voice always comes Sometimes it’s a roar Sometimes it’s a hum Sometimes it comes when I’m too busy with life to write
The sun descends, a fiery pyre, And darkness creeps, consuming fire. But in its wake, a form takes hold, A silent echo, stark and bold.
A shadow falls, unseen, unheard, A chilling wind, a whispered word. The ground beneath, once firm and sure, Now cracks and crumbles, can't endure.
The sun dips low, a golden sigh, As summer's warmth begins to die. A crispness fills the morning air, And leaves ablaze paint landscapes rare.
The sky awakes, a tearful gaze, A veil of grey in hazy daze. A hush descends, the world holds breath, As raindrops whisper, soft as death.
A canvas vast, a boundless blue, The dome of heaven, ever true. A calming sight, a tranquil hue, The endless blue, forever new.
A blush upon the eastern sky, A gentle light begins to pry The darkness from its inky hold, A story yet to be told.
In shadows draped, her hair cascades, A veil that hides the moon's soft gaze, Yet in its depths, a mystery lies, A lover's heart, where passion flies.
By Shan Zain2 years ago in Poets
