Sunset Each sunset paints a canvas new, A masterpiece of golden hue. A symphony of colors bright, A breathtaking, wondrous sight.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
Dearest Wind, In the quiet tumult of the world's breath, where the air itself seems to murmur secrets older than the mountains,
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
In the dim light of early morning, the mirror reflects more than a face— it holds a riddle, a duality suspended between the glass and the soul's recesses.
sea glass held in palms inches of laurels leaning into lotus pose eucalyptus bouquet nadi shodhana pranayama cat purring deeply
By R.C. Taylorabout a year ago in Poets
The Fog of War We stand on ceremonies to sleep through the night Sable skies alight With fireworks in flight.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
Don't hold me too tight Or I may take flight Like a butterfly with delicate wings I need to run free So keep loving me And forgive my failings
By Karen Caveabout a year ago in Poets
**Whispers of the Evening Sky** In the quiet hush of twilight's grace, When the sun dips low in a tender embrace, The sky whispers secrets to the earth below, Of dreams once woven, of winds that blow.
**The Language of Love** Love speaks in whispers, in soft-spoken tones, In the warmth of a glance, in the comfort of home. It sings in the laughter that dances on air, In the silence of moments that two hearts share.
**Echoes of Time** Time flows like a river, silent and deep, Carving through valleys, where memories sleep. It whispers of moments both tender and strong, Of laughter that lingered, of nights that were long.
**Dreamcatcher’s Song** In the quiet of night, when the world is still, Dreams take flight over moonlit hill. They whisper softly in the midnight air, Weaving through stars, dancing without a care.
Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
A big noise made us, and water and DNA to let the dinosaurs out-mammal us out of Bronze, Iron, Religion ages; taking over, learning, discovering
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
