Elegy

LOVE
**The Language of Love** Love speaks in whispers, in soft-spoken tones, In the warmth of a glance, in the comfort of home. It sings in the laughter that dances on air, In the silence of moments that two hearts share.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
TIME
**Echoes of Time** Time flows like a river, silent and deep, Carving through valleys, where memories sleep. It whispers of moments both tender and strong, Of laughter that lingered, of nights that were long.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
DREAM
**Dreamcatcher’s Song** In the quiet of night, when the world is still, Dreams take flight over moonlit hill. They whisper softly in the midnight air, Weaving through stars, dancing without a care.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
Ripples. Content Warning.
If tomorrow starts without me, what will I leave behind? Echoes and memories, Joys and sorrows, Regrets and longings, But I shall feel none of them.
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Poets
Where Does the Trash Go
Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
RESILIENCE
Resilience Oh, resilience, a virtue strong and true, A beacon of hope, that shines through life's journey anew. A capacity to weather, life's storms and strife, And emerge unbroken, with a spirit that thrives in life.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
Hope
Hope Oh, hope, a beacon in the darkest night, A light that shines so bright, and guides us to new light. A gentle whisper, that echoes in our heart, A promise of tomorrow, that never departs.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
Dreaming in Istanbul
Dreaming in Istanbul I dreamed last night of my father, rescuing me from a prison cell where I was suddenly incarcerated.
By Rebecca Ruth Gouldabout a year ago in Poets
Arif and Farzana love story
Arif and Farzana met on a fresh harvest time evening in a clamoring commercial center in Lahore. The city, with its lively tones and chaos of sounds, felt like a material of life. Arif, a youthful craftsman with an unkempt facial hair growth and an energy for painting, was meandering through the slows down looking for motivation. Farzana, a writer with a peaceful presence and an affection for books, was there to track down old compositions and uncommon volumes for her assortment.
By Arif zamanabout a year ago in Poets
The End
The end of one world Is the beginning of another Like a child Slipping from its mother Life is a journey Of yearning We used to live
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
“Dawn’s Embrace” for the poem
Whispers of the Dawn In the hush of morning’s light, Where dreams and daybreak gently meet, Soft whispers stir the still of night,
By jameel Nawazabout a year ago in Poets
Madonna
I cradle him to my chest My baby His body Stare straight through the angel Who told me this would be a blessing Between my legs, there is now a wound
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets