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The Tapestry of Life
The Weave of Life In the quiet dawn of morning’s light, Where dreams disperse and take their flight, A canvas spreads, both vast and wide,
By Johno Franklin2 years ago in Poets
Good People . AI-Generated.
In a world where darkness reigns, Good people always find a way. Through trials and tribulations, Their light shines bright as day.
By Noonaj2 years ago in Poets
Garden Basics
In the realm of “I can’t” thrives an arid desert that pitied doubt and surrendered the life it once knew of luxuriant foliage dense with “I will”
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Poets
The Scars of Pain. AI-Generated.
The scars of pain run deep, etched into my soul like cuts from a blade, each mark a reminder of past mistakes, a constant shadow cast over my days.
By Noonaj2 years ago in Poets
Giving
I would not ask you to pluck a single feather from your wings for me, But Heaven knows, I cannot fly anymore. A/N: Does this count as sad poetry? I was sad when I wrote it - and sat in a nature reserve. Some sort of gloomy, melancholic, poet spirit must have possessed me! I hope you're all having a wonderful time where you are! I am on holiday now, and looking forward to taking some time to catch up on some of the work from my fellow Vocal writers! -TWW
By ThatWriterWoman2 years ago in Poets
Exes and Oh'SH-. Content Warning.
I'm not saying things Aren't going to end Well because I think It's utterly true. I'm simply saying it Cause that's how shit
By Test2 years ago in Poets
Me and Myself
Hello younger me. You look like an older, yet still dumber me. Ha! I’m still funny see. Hope you’re proud at what you see because I grew real big.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Character Autopsy. Content Warning.
Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and thought "I'd love to grip the top of my forehead, where my hairline begins,
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
DANCING WITH SHADOWS.
In the twilight hours, when the sun dips below the horizon and darkness tiptoes into the world, shadows come alive. They emerge from hidden corners, stretching long and sinuous, like ink spilled on a canvas, painting the landscape in shades of gray.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
WHIRLWIND OF EMOTIONS
In the quiet corners of my soul, where whispers dance like shadows upon the walls of memory, there lies a tempest, untamed. It brews with the raw essence of joy and sorrow intertwined, a whirlwind of emotions that sweeps through the landscapes of my existence.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
DRAGON'S HEART.
Chapter One: The Village Under Siege: In the tranquil village of Eldoria, nestled between ancient forests and rolling hills, the days passed in peaceful harmony. But that peace was shattered one fateful evening when the sky darkened, and a shadow fell over the village. The dragon, a beast of legend and terror, descended upon Eldoria, its roar shaking the very ground. Flames erupted from its mouth, setting homes ablaze and sending villagers fleeing in panic.
By Johnpaul Okwudili 2 years ago in Poets
Goods broken would be considered sold
The stake of existence in its tale binds the beauty of the true, The theft of commodification of invaded privacy hid the Bane of silence under its sinew
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets