I was walking in the garden I heard the cry of crows under the cedar tree. I was surprised, I saw a crow was lifeless on the ground
By Karan w. about a year ago in Poets
It’s more important to press pen to paper Before the thoughts disappear into vapor But an aberration of the mind Like the clocks chiming
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Like coffee and cigarettes Unfiltered and raw Is how I draw the thoughts from my mind Sometimes it’s the only way I can unwind
The world said you are pretty, it's true, But I see something deeper in you. For even the moon, in her silver light, Must envy the way you shine so bright.
By Shwet Prabha Baiswarabout a year ago in Poets
Unfiltered and unflattering A little of this A spattering of that I always write off the cuff There’s not much time to think about it
Your Majesty, Your love for me abounds greater than all the water in the sea. You inspect me closely like a lover whose gaze rests upon the subject of His affection.
By Idara Oghogho about a year ago in Poets
The mind sees what the eyes refuse to see The road to hell is paved with well behaved slaves Constructing staves to save my mind
they say if it is meant to be, then it will be! akin to fate, meeting on that summer day and see ourselves reflected in the other—those three sisters,
By angela hepworthabout a year ago in Poets
Humankind having ample exemplars to sample Hath deemed the fruits of your mind void of substance subsurface to rind.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
"And in the blonde wave of weightless light Gilding my path Went her hair pile" (Porfirio Barba-Jacob, The lady of burning hair)
By Matt B.about a year ago in Poets
Unlike Greenday… we sing “Wake Us Up When September Comes!” * September! ** Here in Oz in my family… September ushers in…
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶about a year ago in Poets
O Ganesha, Lord of Wisdom bright, With elephant face, a wondrous sight. Your gentle eyes, so full of grace, Remove all obstacles we face.
