Thump thump Thump thump Steady as the beating drum Thump thump Thump thump Generous as the rising sun Thump thump Thump thump
By Alexander McEvoyabout a year ago in Poets
Petal blush rays, Penetrated my weary eyes, a tired haze. I hear Alexa’s automatic voice, Announcing the date with quiet rejoice.
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Poets
Now You Lie There So near, yet so far from me The music swells The song resounds In honor of you! . You stay with me for a while longer Then we part forever The priest speaks of eternity’s words Weaving you into spirit In honor of you!
By Henrik Hagelandabout a year ago in Poets
What is a Friend? In the tapestry of life, threads interlace, A bond beyond words, a warm embrace. A friend is a mirror, reflecting the soul, In laughter and sorrow, they make us whole.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Poets
In Hopes of Romance, We Found Comedy In the dim-lit café, my heart raced with hope, A blind date set, a chance to elope, With visions of laughter and sparks in the air,
By Alex Ryderabout a year ago in Poets
Today Jack’s grinning, eyes so bright, With Blacky, his dog, his pure delight. He jumps and whistles, spins around, In praise of paws that grace the ground.
By mureed hussainabout a year ago in Poets
Party on the Farm Good food party on the farm animals pretty entertaining party on the farm good People party on the farm
By Kelly Vedderabout a year ago in Poets
A little itch we are We are With them. Together, stems in harmony... Different, With a different rough. We're sharp and can cut.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
her feet left her mark preserved in womb's soil within fifteen years gone
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)about a year ago in Poets
You learned to devour words as a baby Chewing cardboard pages in your crib Digesting your first one hundred words What was the first one you spit out?
By Sean A.about a year ago in Poets
Bound by threads unseen, we tread, In fields of dusk, where light has fled. A whispered promise, old and frail, Guides our steps on life’s veiled trail.
By zulfi buxabout a year ago in Poets
In the quiet folds of time, a whisper dwells, A tapestry of stories, where each thread compels. From ancestors forgotten, their laughter lingers, In the echoes of our hearts, their warmth still fingers.
