After the death of Kayumars, the throne passed to his grandson, Hushang. He sat upon the throne of kingship and began to build and prosper his realm.
By ALI ABBASI3 months ago in Poets
Plants in my dwelling Tell each other in sunlight How happy they are. I have finally re-potted the two aloe plants I got in tiny seeding containers about three weeks ago and a lemon tree with a fruit I bought the day before yesterday.
By Lana V Lynx3 months ago in Poets
I force a smile across my face one more time Another day lost I feel as though I am trapped in an endless maze One could say it is just a phase
By J.W. Baird3 months ago in Poets
When God was running low on souls, He must’ve split one down the middle — gave you the spark, gave me the flame, and whispered, “Go find each other someday.”
By Brie Boleyn3 months ago in Poets
I’m miserable for adventure There’s lines that stain my brain Like every nation They exist only in our imagination They separate us from our true nature
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
Forward walk the damned With their tongues ripped from their throats The Djinn twist their souls...
By Kristen Keenon Fisher3 months ago in Poets
Hello, I’m here to help. Memorize my name? It’s not important It’ll never be important, I’m here to help. I see you on your worst days
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
I’m as happy as Robin Williams I smile like he do through and through But deep down the phrase bothers you A jester’s smile that goes on for miles
Branches break and harpies cry. The Lady of Spring descends through bramble low and canopies high to find the Autumn's End.
By Lizzy Rose4 months ago in Poets
From your lips, from your eyes For my ears, to my brain Time stands still and I laugh Then that spark starts again
By Lily4 months ago in Poets
Shaking in my hand, swirling gold forward, sideways and back. It’s just one this but then there is that and suddenly another year throws a coy smile over shoulders looking to a bowed head not looking at.
By Mark R. Cieslak4 months ago in Poets
Porcelain. Fragile porcelain. Very fragile porcelain. I feel like porcelain. A very fragile porcelain figurine. This porcelain figurine is cracking slowly.
By Hope Martin4 months ago in Poets
