A golden hush falls on the sea, Where time dissolves so tenderly, The sun descends in molten grace, And paints with fire the sky's embrace.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets
Upon the rock where shadows fall, He stands alone, yet towers all, With eyes like fire and breath so deep, He guards the dusk while others sleep.
Beneath a sky where fire meets peace, The crimson sun begins to cease, Its bleeding light on waters still, A hush upon the island hill.
I almost let go. Not of life but of the version of me who still believed in mornings. There were days I didn’t speak, but the silence wasn't peace.
By Jawad Ali7 months ago in Poets
Introduction I haven't written a plagiaristic poem for a while, and, to my knowledge neither has anyone else, ever, but that is fine. The concept is documented by the link at the end of this poem.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Poets
cant talk about em not mine not yours not ours not theirs not his not hers not Mel’s not Cher’s below the navel
By Bren7 months ago in Poets
I do not always speak the things that coil and churn beneath my smile the war just to exist, to breathe without a price affixed to every breath.
By Cadma7 months ago in Poets
Upon a pedestal carved in grace, Where shadows dance and stars embrace, A wand of power, old and wise, Stirs silence with enchanted sighs.
In twilight’s hush, upon worn wood, An ancient tome in silence stood. Its pages curled with whispered age, Yet danced like spirits on a stage.
In a velvet night where silence hums, A magician stands — the showman comes. With eyes like still and stormless seas, He bends the stars with practiced ease.
In the hush of a moonlit sigh, so deep, Where stars above and waters sleep, A single rose begins to weep— Its petals hold a dream to keep.
In the hush of dusk, a figure stands, A whisper carved by unseen hands. No face, no name—just shape and shade, A soul where silent storms cascade.
