Elegy
If sculpting is your art, O craftsman, Shape my face, my body, and my soul with your hand.
If sculpting is your art, O craftsman, Shape my face, my body, and my soul with your hand. Turn water into glass for me, if you can, Or cleanse this mirror of its rust and sand.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
A Rose Galaxy
A striking image Of a rose made of galaxies. Can we be alone? *** Author’s note: I truly believe that with all the trillions and gazillions of galaxies out there, we cannot be the only life available. We are probably just neglected and unnoticed. But even then, maybe they are just watching us as an experiment without interfering.
By Lana V Lynxabout a year ago in Poets
Political Ten
The Romans were right (binary: one and zero). It marks all of us. Apt... * Thank you for reading! If you liked this, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets









