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The Echo of Expectation On vocal we comment and like to give praise Our poems then for a few pennies we raise It is nice to like and be liked back
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Masked Rebel
The wave must give up the dream a little If the sea rages, will it force it to move? And if the foam floats on the surface
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
When the water covers the land
When the earth overflows with water And life pulsates with life in red flowers The sun begins to release its threads to shine with purity
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
Go my soul
My soul roams as you wish in my dreams and be wild Like the sun that appeared on the horizon, have my hopes been renewed?
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
It’s Frosty
The world is so cold Everything is froze It gets me in a zone The ice forms a mode 🤍 You can find me at the fireplace
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
The Pulse of Hearts
The Pulse of Hearts Whoever reads the title would say, peace emerges here, For there is no harmony or peace without honoring the phrase. You may ask Do you mean the beating of hearts or their fluttering? Or do you sanctify it and call it the joy of hearts? Or what do you name it? Do you call it the soul of hearts?
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
Time In A Bar
Sweet tears and memories are all that we have I ’d trade countless pennies To get some of them back Found somewhere in a catalog,
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
My poetic sidewalks
I arranged the lines of my poetry And learned the rhyme for a long time And when I mastered it, it became a song
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
Ice Tendrils
Ice tendrils Cling to the window Frozen & barren Isolation Pulls her deeper Into the darkness Little fingers Trace the ice
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Poets
Can he?
Can you help me? Because I am sick without medicine and in danger? Can you tell me Where is the mistake in my life with boredom?
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
Writer's space
A pencil that scribbles on the Antarctic page, Pages that ruffle like sharp, cold winds. A rollercoaster that takes you to a realm of beauty, Where sunshine envelopes every other dream.
By Anweshaabout a year ago in Poets
Your soul is a raging volcano
Rebellious as the wind I love you, O rebellious soul Frozen and cold-hearted Feel my love and joy And be like the bright sun
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets