The lens, a witness, cold and bright, Capturing truth in flickering light. Not fiction's stage, but life laid bare, A tapestry woven, thread by thread, with care.
By Murali2 years ago in Poets
In a domain where magnificence meets the psyche's field, There stays a soul, an intriguing, captivating dance. In addition to a look fair, yet profundity significant,
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets
In the nightfall shine of Sunday eve, Under the sky's delicate weave, A fire snaps, moving brilliant, As stars sparkle in the evening.
The Nicobar pigeon (Caloenas nicobarica) is a beautiful and colorful bird native to the Nicobar Islands in the Indian Ocean.
By “M”2 years ago in Poets
Homeward bound… Our British racing green Camry Cruises down the long black straight After a busy morning at church… Followed by a loud, family lunch…
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Poets
Sun streaks in, a golden thread, Waking slumbering thoughts from bed. Birdsong fills the morning air, Chasing shadows, dispelling care.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Crooked smile, dancing blue eyes Citrus and Spice aftershave I still see the green bottle Sitting on the dresser next to
By Cathy Schieffelin2 years ago in Poets
What are you eating? Oh. No thank you, I don't want. I don't eat boogers. *. *. * © M. Lee / All rights reserved.
By M. Lee, MFA2 years ago in Poets
You thought your model was unbreakable But little did you know How much one person can endure in one year Once in a lifetime events
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Ever experience that feeling when calamity stills, if just for a moment? Love shines, glowing in her eyes, as ideas form with a smile, as clear as the spoken words
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
After a long, busy week, Here I am. It is Saturday morning. I am alone. Resting. My window is open. A fresh breeze. There are a few light rain showers outdoors.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
Pain was gradually eroding my heart. Pain was gradually killing my health. My brain grew bored of pondering.
