The Thought of You The thought of you keeps tapping at my door, a slow insistence I cannot stop. It moves through me
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
From time to time I see the dream of dreams: Dream gifts me with a child that won’t be mine. From time to time, or only so it seems.
By Salomé Saffiriabout a month ago in Poets
The Voice That Never Leaves A path that keeps repeating what I knew, It winds through shadows where my voice remains, The past returns with echoes I pursue.
The Place I Should Have Stayed I walk the line between the gone and real, A path that keeps repeating what I knew, The past returns with truths I never feel.
The Clock With No Time The clock sat still, numbers missing entirely, its blank white face ticking without purpose. Time stretched strangely
The Tree That Remembered Faces The tree waited for me, its bark carved with faces, a hundred silent watchers pressed into the wood.
I hear your voice when the night grows still, a quiet echo threading through my chest, and every memory bends to your will.
By Kashif Wazir2 months ago in Poets
The Sky Path I walk this path above the clouds, where silence moves like hidden breath. The stones hang loose, the air so thin,
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
I stand again where your footsteps used to fall, a quiet doorway holding the ghost of your name, and every breath reminds me of it all.
I walk the road where your voice used to stay, a soft echo rising from the quiet ground, and every thought pulls me back your way.
I keep returning to the words we left unsaid, soft echoes drifting through the quiet night, and every path I take leads where you once led.
I keep returning to the place your smile once stayed, where sunlight touched your face like a gentle vow, and every step I take feels somehow delayed.
