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Love's Timeless Melody on the Shores of Forever
As the sun slowly slips beneath the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and peach, the sound of the waves reaches the shore, gently caressing the coastline with a soothing rhythm. I stand here, watching as the tide laps at the sand, each crest a masterpiece of nature's artistry – a tapestry of countless grains, each one a unique and precious gem.
By Dawnxisoul393art2 years ago in Poets
Memorable goodbyes!
The clock is ticking; we live to create memories. We live our lives without assurance of tomorrow. Nobody knows what will happen next, and there's no hope.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
It is unpredictable
Life hey, It appears unjust. It is unpredictable. While living it Follow your heart. Talk less; enjoy it. because it's crazy.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
Red the Water. Top Story - July 2024. Content Warning.
The bath swirls red Brings memories of thoughts Once harbored; now hidden safe Within dark gardens of broken
By Suzy Jacobson Cherry2 years ago in Poets
The March
Our words scatter like disrupted ants No direction, just a frenzy Foraging and feeling, but Bumping into ourselves Searching through chaos
By simplicity2 years ago in Poets
The Blacker the Berry.... Top Story - July 2024. Content Warning.
A trunk without branches... ⠀ my mother is sweet blackberry my father was deadly nightshade my grandparents hardy juniper berries
By R.C. Taylor2 years ago in Poets
Money
Money! What the hell are you? A piece of paper? a chunk of metal? Then why people are so mad for you, That they don't hesitate do something fatal.
By Nizam Uddin Apou2 years ago in Poets
Home
I miss the feeling of home. I miss the laughter of home. I miss the love of home. I miss her. I miss the nights we stayed up too late.
By Inae'e Aidoo2 years ago in Poets
heart-armor. Content Warning.
i think i'm dying - Marcus told me to - and i think of me as human, too. i grow like a stoic man's secret chance, so far away, so anxious;
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Waiting for the Bus
Ever wonder how it feels to be hit by a bus? My heart sure knows. It broke. You were the driver. You promise a new ride,
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
Ten Years That Count. Top Story - July 2024.
A decade has passed since I first heard your name, No more than a face in the screen and the mention of you from our friend,
By Sandra Tena2 years ago in Poets
High
I was once an orchid planted in your hand painted window boxes. Your love gave me life until my roots fell from your sight.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets