My commander lies on a bed of roses, His pulse denied, his body turned to ashes, An eulogy I have prepared, but engulfed by sadness,
By Ricky Lahiri2 years ago in Poets
in my dreams i become one with the moon and stars in my dreams i am nothing and everything all at once in my dreams i am the me i see in my mind
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
This is bliss This is heaven My lips are still My mind is quiet I nod and I smile I wave and I giggle
By Lily2 years ago in Poets
In the gentle embrace of rolling hills, Where time flows to a different tune, Lies a haven of rustic tranquility, Where life blooms beneath the crescent moon.
By Saim Shezi2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of the ancient forest, where the shadows whispered secrets and the pines murmured tales of old, lay the enigmatic Whispering Pines—a realm of mystery and darkness shrouded in the embrace of nature. Its tangled undergrowth and looming trees bore witness to centuries of forgotten whispers and unseen forces that danced among the shadows.
By Dannie2 years ago in Poets
When I look into your blue eyes Losing myself in them Your eyes sparkling and reflecting light The light of both happiness and pain.
To your endearing love a gift was given expect not all good will come for there may be something of grief We live on a debt.
By Kamal O. Touhami2 years ago in Poets
'I wrote this prose as I contemplated about time and space and variable dimensions of reality. I am a humanatarian and believe in equality for all.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Love, they say, never dies Even near the end, when all must die And with our souls love shall reach the heavenly sky In the grip of passion, time flies.
Slowly, gently let’s dive into the world, The secret romantic world of Radha and Krishna. Yellow garments covering Krishna’s body of blue,
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
Can't you see them? The cracks all over my body Can you not hear it? The sadness that leaks from my voice Is love really that blind?
By Angel Blade2 years ago in Poets
Sing-sing me a melody in your bad Scottish-Essex accent lift my spirits from the gutter to the sky's grand entrance Tell me you love me
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
