For May blossoms, perennial and strong I raise a voice in chorus with the spheres Revel in the joyful hues of Spring’s song
By Sean A.2 years ago in Poets
I've grown old. Grey hair began knocking. I have a lot of sleep. My thoughts have altered. I read carefully. using my elderly,
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
Some promises are hard to keep, Bound by words that echo deep. In the silence of a midnight vow, We pledge our hearts, unsure how.
By Shwet Prabha Baiswar2 years ago in Poets
If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Lost in the depths of night, fantasies were woven, The beginning of a life so fleeting, With fragile aspirations, lovers' souls bound,
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Poets
In a presentation's calm, where mumbles stop, A material hangs together as one. Brushstrokes hit the dance floor with bothered ease.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
Because everything in life is about deconstructing what you know and building something better. And whether we like to admit it, everything has it’s two sides.
By Nerdsaver2 years ago in Poets
In fields where laughter blooms like morning dew, The children dance, a symphony of light. Their eyes are stars in skies of boundless blue,
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets
In the soft embrace of twilight's glow, Two brothers dance where the breezes blow. Their laughter, like music, fills the air, As they play together without a care.
By Caden2 years ago in Poets
Kids and cribs can have SIDS. Wearing a couple bibs Age 2 to get rids of SIDS, there are sibs sometimes many like squids
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet dawn of mist and sea, Where the land meets eternity, Echoes of the ancestors’ call, A name bestowed, a sacred thrall.
By Mahmood aly2 years ago in Poets
When the father is absent within a home, it leaves the mom to assume the throne. But a mom does not have a man’s anatomy, a man’s mindset, nor a man’s testosterone.
By K. Wisendanger 2 years ago in Poets
