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Eternal Embrace
Sonnet I: The First Glance Upon the meadow’s edge, where blooms are bright, I first did see thee, radiant as dawn, Thy gaze did weave a spell of pure delight, And in that moment, all my doubts were gone.
By Sazeeb Chowduryabout a year ago in Poets
Silent Cries
Echoes of an Empty Room In the hollow chambers of my mind, Echoes of whispers, once so kind, Now linger like a fading song, In the silence where you belong.
By Sazeeb Chowduryabout a year ago in Poets
Second Clerihew
Zheng Yi Sao Has a gambling house in Guangdong now. She used to slice off ears, strike terror into the heart of the South China seas
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
Hibakusha
In that light, that heat... Atomic truth; godless pain. They know; we forget. Children’s Peace Monument (Hiroshima) *
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Northern Lights 2
NORTHERN LIGHTS BY GEORGE‘s GIRL In the quiet of Wigan's dark streets, The night is long, Northern Lights Great , A celestial sight begins to unfold,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Northern lights tonight 10/10/24 at 10.10pm
Under the Northern Lights by George’s Girl In the UK tonight, the skies softly glow, With pinks and with reds in a vibrant show.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Superman
Look! Up in the sky It’s a bird. It’s a plane. No Just a lame hero ***** This lets me double down on challenges, since it works for both the Sky Ku challenge and Matthew Fromm’s challenge.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Lowkey Journal Entry
Nothing is enough for anyone Merely existing is offensive To love something too much is a sin and to not love anything is shameful
By Angel Bladeabout a year ago in Poets
the trick to surviving a rainy day is to
Put on a cute outfit and do your makeup all nice —you know what they say, look good, feel good! Make yourself a big, nutritious breakfast, like a bowl of scrambled eggs, sautéed spinach, and cottage cheese; add a side of fresh blueberries to sweeten things up!
By daphne grayabout a year ago in Poets
My wings are my hands
Aluminum panels hug me Tight but cold; Welcome yet alarming. Freedom fornicates with fear Once I find myself in the clouds.
By daphne grayabout a year ago in Poets
the taste of love
My fingers are stained orange, Smelling of citrus, they peeled Your tangerines. I give you The olives I’ve discarded.
By daphne grayabout a year ago in Poets
July Day 4: , James 1:5
In the heat of July, the fourth day sings, A verse from James, profound wisdom it brings. “If any of you lacks wisdom,” it is penned,
By CHRISTIAN Pabout a year ago in Poets