In the streets they roam, shadows of the night, Children of the pavement, hidden from sight. Their laughter echoes in the alleyways dim, In their eyes, a glimmer, though life may be grim.
By Wishorizon762 years ago in Poets
In ancient lands where valour bloomed, Two clans entwined, their fate consumed. Pandavas, noble, five in kin, Kauravas, fierce, their strife begins.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
In shadows draped, her hair cascades, A veil that hides the moon's soft gaze, Yet in its depths, a mystery lies, A lover's heart, where passion flies.
By Shan Zain2 years ago in Poets
In the caves of the spirit, where reverberations dwell, Dance the songs of the heart, unconfined. Murmurs of dreams, delicately they coast,
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets
In life we all have one thing we hold dearly, and can't do without but if that which we hold dearly, is or are not there to guide us, or stand by us. Who then? do we run to.
By Marvellous Toluwa Dawodu2 years ago in Poets
Avonlea’s Kindred Treasure Robin’s red breast Is the tresses of thee And forest eyes Taketh in all it can of ugly me.
By Ava D. 2 years ago in Poets
You let me breathe but I suffocated you You drenched me in gifts from your hands but I never said thank you We both come from the same family but I treated you unfamiliar
By Sender Jeannestal 2 years ago in Poets
Inspired by Judey Kalchik's wonderful 60-second storytelling prompt. I'm late to the party, but I thought I'd post it just for fun :) I hope everyone had a happy eclipse! I tried to make a video to delight...perhaps I'll add it later when I feel less self-conscious.
By kp2 years ago in Poets
In the dusk's delicate hug, where shadows dance, A material of skin, a story of sentiment. Multifaceted lines, similar to murmurs in the breeze,
You scatter yourself; Pale stalked drops, sunny with warmth, Randomness delights. This haiku was written in response to a challenge from D.J. Reddall whose work you can check out here:
By Rachel Deeming2 years ago in Poets
Giant Gentles Tall and intimidating they may seem But inside a warm heart That always, with pride and warmth, beams.
Eyes, the windows to the soul Communicating Love, affection and turmoil Imperfect Parts Speaking what we cannot say Eyes; our emotional looking glass
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
