With mind aflame and spirit ever bold, The ENTJ, a leader, strides the stage, Their wit a rapier, keen and yet controlled,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
Leos approach life head-on with a proactive, commanding presence, always striving for excellence and radiance. Underneath their dominant and vivid demeanor, they harbor a distinctive wisdom for navigating life.
By fauveao maues2 years ago in Poets
Images seared deep in mind knots, corruption leaks through, as company rots. I can see why she chose him, alcoholism for the dastardly win.
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
With wit like rapier, keen and ever bright, The ENTJ, a leader bold and strong, Doth marshall plans with cunning and with might,
With wit like rapier, keen and ever bright, The ENTJ, a leader bold and strong, Doth weave through life with purpose, taking flight
On the days when life is fully activated, in MY reality. I feel a congruency in spirit, mind, and soul. It is an entanglement of different realities existing as one reality in time.
By Nomfundo Gumede2 years ago in Poets
In the tapestry of life, we weave our threads, Each one unique, imperfect, and finely spun. No flawless fabric, no seamless design, Yet therein lies our magic, our warmth, our sun.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
I crave your cornucopia of shambled illusions, Cryptic confessions marred by deep depression, Sore fancy, dampened horizons of scratched sunsets,
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár2 years ago in Poets
Mind’s gears turning slowly Pushing through the dark molasses Poured by wounded soldiers fighting a forever war. They see purpose in the struggle between brokenness and normal.
By Archery Owl2 years ago in Poets
I saw a girl in my dreams, she was not what she seems. With the joy outside, she was lost in her mind. Not a light in her eyes
By Priyanka2 years ago in Poets
Within a heart that seeks a world serene, A gentle soul, by nature shy and mild, The ISFP, with introspective mien, In quiet strength finds beauty unrevealed.
With gentle hand and heart that beats unseen, The ISFP, a loyal soul doth dwell, In quiet strength, on beauty's form they glean,
