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Everlasting. Top Story - January 2024.
She is the silvered moon amid a sea of stars. And in an open sky she is calm and luminous, when all else has grown cold and dark.
By Raeanne Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Self-Promotion
Self promotion is the worst It’s rowing against the ocean Not just one tide Fighting every fish It’s a free for all
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Purple Machine
Numbers trickling down pages A song of sages Machine elves dancing through our minds Yet, there is nothing to find An enigma lost to time
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Title: Harmony Unveiled: Embracing the Essence of Being
In the rhythmic dance of existence, amidst the cacophony of life's symphony, there exists a subtle melody that beckons us to return to our source, to rediscover the harmony of our true essence. It's a call to transcend the ego's clamor and rekindle our connection with the divine, to align with the natural flow of the universe.
By Christopher Ezeh2 years ago in Poets
Divine Love
In the tapestry of life, a thread so divine, A portrait of love, in every line. In the gallery of memories, where echoes hover,
By Katya Danova2 years ago in Poets
Tough Ties
In shadows cast by a mother-in-law's disdain, Cruelty blooms, a thorny garden of endless pain. Her words, a chilling wind that bites and stings,
By Sasi Kala2 years ago in Poets
~Snow Angels~
~Snow Angels!~ Seasons come and Seasons Go But winter is the one that's best Putting young and old to the test, Over whose Snow Angel is the BEST?
By Jennifer Cooley2 years ago in Poets
Endless Melody of Love
In the quiet whispers of the night, Two hearts entwined, a love so bright. A melody of passion, sweet and true, Our love story, forever anew.
By Aneg2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Yesterday: A Melody Lost in Time
Yesterday you were there but there was no time today is the time but not you The sun is also shining, the flowers are also smelling.
By RAJEEV VERMA2 years ago in Poets
It’s Not About the Money
I often sit and ponder What’s in a dollar Not what is it made of But what it makes for us Often it’s very little And it’s only getting smaller
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of the Urban Symphony
Modern life, a fast-paced race Filled with chaos, a frantic pace Technology ruling, our lives enslaved A never-ending cycle, we can't escape
By Melania J.L.2 years ago in Poets
LOOKING FOR YOU
Its nights like those, That I fear the most, The cortisol kicks in my vein, And your memories paralyse me again. Its the times like those, That I fear the most, When I walk in all alone, And the home doesn't feel like home.
By Umesh Yadav 2 years ago in Poets