In the twilight hours, when the sun dips below the horizon, casting its final golden hues across the sky, the world is cloaked in shadows, a veil of mystery that shrouds the familiar in a cloak of uncertainty and intrigue.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
The seaweed sways with the current's flow A soothing sight, as the ocean's hue Glistening droplets sparkle in the sun As the waves roll on, to be begun
By Sharp Aim2 years ago in Poets
The morning sunshine brings us cheer, And washes away our fears and doubts clear. A time to start anew, a time to cope.
In the golden embrace of morning, where light kisses the horizon and the world awakens with a gentle sigh, there lies a joy unspoken, a joy wrapped in the warmth of sunlit smiles.
In the vast expanse of the cosmic sea, where silence weaves its intricate tapestry, a solitary star begins its final elegy.
This is for all women around the world. Those who are in toxic marriages. Why are you still there? Why are you still with him?
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
When I write, I open the doors of my fragile fortress, My words, transparent realms of hope and sorrow. With every line, my unseen heart breaks free,
By Yasemin Yiğit Kuru2 years ago in Poets
Don't feel horrible about your separation. Start relishing the fact that your life will change. Celebrate that the devil has reclaimed its property.
Click click click click click, click click What is that? What is that sound? Something is wrong in the house Click click, click click click, click click
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
When they show you hell, Stop glancing in their direction. If they treat you like you're nothing, become nothing but to them.
it felt good for a minute, before the crimson sunrise after the calamity. the aftermath not yet calculated and the door slam saved for later,
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
“STOP” Reads the white letters inside of the red octagon. What an alarming presentation, it must be important that I abide.
By BrettNotGreg2 years ago in Poets
