* ask me in December tangled up in wanderlust while encouraged to remember a world constructed of stardust ask me of the seasons
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Eventually she’ll concede defeat. Capitulating under my furry feet (just go with it, you know I don’t have thumbs). Looking into my sparkling eyes,
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Momentarily present the significance of equilibrium throughout everyday life, including efficiency, self-improvement, connections, and satisfaction.
By md asif2 years ago in Poets
Mistook for a hero what was just another douchebag Mistook for a cape what was just a big red flag Head in the clouds, so far out
By Raine Fielder2 years ago in Poets
Evanescence possesses a duality , yet both remain concealed from view . Go ahead and cast your spells . I won't interfere .
By Tahmid Islam2 years ago in Poets
In half lotus, he sat on the land, Holding the sitar in his hands, Tunes it as the wires bend, In a world of notes, he gets blend.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
Eventually time comes for all of us, teaching that every second counts Collecting the weak and ravaging the strong Leaving behind a small semblance of trust, the kind of trust that truth alone surmounts
With muscles like thunder, and coat black as night, The warhorse he stands, a fearsome sight. His armor of plate, a shield from the fray,
By mahmoud elsaad2 years ago in Poets
The Courser's Heart: A Ballad of Loyalty No coat of spun gold, nor thunderous stride, This courser's a friend, by his master's side.
With nostrils flared wide, and a coat like spun gold, The stallion he stands, a story untold. Muscles ripple beneath a coat of fire,
The conflicting questions remain to be answered A fantasy savored, swiftly changing its shape And I, filled with doubt, being held up for ransom
It’s a cold and wet night in a dismal part of town In the yellowing streetlights a drunk staggers home From the multi-storey car park a man is looking down
By sagar dhital2 years ago in Poets
