At the stroke of midnight, when all is still and shadows sway and secrets hide, Placing more than simply reflections in its silvery grasp, the wall becomes a vessel for more than that.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Poets
Nothing feels normal. I don't know why it feels like everything is over. Seems like he has made up his mind. No hopes.
By Nidhi Gohil 2 years ago in Poets
Struck by lighting on the way to Damascus it's still too early for planned obsolescence. My demon wishes for a ten-point bulletin
By M.2 years ago in Poets
Deeply in the shadows, where tragedies lie, There is an always black world. a dismal kingdom where the spirits of the lost cry,
See what happens when you press play Life starts rolling, thoughts start going, you find yourself growing No need to worry about what scene will come next in this movie called Life
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Is Elon a genius, or does he transcend that name, Born to this world with a burning flame? From a tender age, his mind would soar, Asking life's questions, seeking more.
By Christina Barger2 years ago in Poets
In the twilight hours, when the sun dips low And the world is bathed in hues of indigo and gold, I find myself drawn to the dance of shadows, The silent ballet of light and dark.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet of the morning, before the world stirs, I find a moment of stillness, A space where solitude sings its serene song, A melody woven with threads of silence.
In the heart of the woods, where silence reigns supreme, A man walked lost, amidst a misty dream. Through trees that whispered ancient tales untold, He stumbled upon a sight surreal and bold.
In the quiet moments before the storm, When the air hangs heavy with anticipation, I feel it coming— The rhapsody of rain.
I am the river, ancient and eternal, Flowing through the heart of the land, A ribbon of life, a pathway of dreams, Carving my way through valleys and plains.
In the heart of a forest, where the trees stand tall And the canopy weaves a tapestry of green, There exists a symphony of silence, A melody unheard by the untrained ear, Yet resounding with the fullness of life.
