We donโt talk anymore I forgot how your voice sound Whats on your mind right now Please share your thoughts Is life good?
By L.I.E5 months ago in Poets
Whispers of a Song Beyond the Hills Upon a golden field where silence grows, A figure bends, her scythe in gentle rows.
By Saqib Ullah5 months ago in Poets
The hill does not move, yet I feel it lean. Gravel holds its hush, the way a secret leans forward before it breaks. Air gathers like cloth
By Farhan5 months ago in Poets
With My Last Breath With my last breath, I will speak your name, a softness lingering in the stillness, a tender reminder of all we have shared,
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Beneath the stars, upon the endless sea, Two hearts found what fate denied to be. Jackโs laughter danced through the gilded air,
By Life Hopes5 months ago in Poets
As the days went by and as the evenings pass. Many didnโt know the night of September 10th would be their last. Some had dinner with their families or a night out with friends.
By Joe Patterson5 months ago in Poets
The Child Of Tomorrow A child holds a seed in her palm. Small as a whisper. She gazes at it with patience older than her years.
Introduction This is a Terza Rima for my Muse. Terza rima was invented early in the fourteenth century by the Italian poet Dante Alighieri for his narrative poem, the Divine Comedy.
By Mike Singleton ๐ Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
There are nights when the silence feels alive. Not empty โ not hollow โ but breathing, whispering, moving through the air like a tide I cannot see.
By Farid Aslam5 months ago in Poets
She leans by the window, the daylight pours in, A quiet beginning, where soft dreams begin. The trees in the garden are swaying with grace,
By Aram5 months ago in Poets
I used to get calls just to say, โGuess what happened today.โ Now weeks pass with nothing. Iโll send a message, and the reply trickles in days later: โSorry, Iโve been busy.โ
By Kara Bruno5 months ago in Poets
I give quietly, not for praise, not for show, but because I seeโ the small cracks, the overlooked smiles, and gestures, the little things that matter.
By ๐๐ถ๐พ๐๐ฝ๐ถ ๐ฒ.5 months ago in Poets
