In the quiet of the night, I hear your name in the wind's soft sigh. Your laughter lingers, a melody bright, A constellation in my sky.
By jameel Nawaz11 months ago in Poets
As you lay your head upon your berth Tossing and turning in your bunk Your body fighting off blessed slumber Clear your mind from the day’s stress
By Mother Combs11 months ago in Poets
Shall I compare thee to a springtime bloom? Thou art more lovely and of subtler grace. Rough winds may shake the buds that April womb,
By Farhad Hossen Fahim11 months ago in Poets
Your life is your own Do not give them the paintbrush Paint your own canvas. +++ How will you paint you? Will you use broad strokes and be a lazy river that people float upon on a quiet day, and feel the closeness of nature?
By Colleen Walters11 months ago in Poets
Unwanted Trophy A relic from a life long past, placed on a shelf, left to gather dust. Not wanted then, not wanted now, just a name in the quiet hush.
By Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
If I Was Blind would racism still divide If I was blind, I’d see no race, no lines to draw, no scars to trace. No shades of hate, no tints of fear,
I met my younger self for coffee she arrived ten minutes late, I hugged her she ordered her favorite chocolate cake\ As I gulped her innocence through the lens of my present eyes,
By Hridya Sharma12 months ago in Poets
The Last Love Song This is the last love song I’ll ever write, A melody drifting into the quiet night. A song for all the things we never said, For dreams we held but never led.
By ANITA12 months ago in Poets
When Our Eyes Met When our eyes met, time stood still, A silent spark, a sudden thrill. The world around began to fade, As if our souls had found their way.
I've gained my party of joy And I love every minute of it. Mother duck am I, And my raucous chorus of quacking friends
By Ruby Red12 months ago in Poets
Oh dearest love, so dear, so sweet, Why do your texts have slow, cold feet? I send a message—hours pass, Yet you reply at snail-like gas.
By Tale Weaver12 months ago in Poets
Saddle up and ride the yonder river In the vast expanse where the wild winds blow, Cowboys and Indians in the sunset’s glow.
