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Grandfathers Clock
In the corner, silent, the old clock stands, Its hands forever still, like forgotten plans. It ticked through laughter, the joy and sorrow
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
First Clerihew
Qin Shi Huangdi Enrobed in ebony, son of three, father of a dynasty, buried Confucian scholars, then buried under the feet of a terracotta soldier
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
She is just a haunted doll
In shadows deep where whispers hide, A tale unfolds, too dark to bide. This ragged doll with eyes so bleak, Is not mere play; it speaks, it seeks.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Share Your Joy With Me
Your joy is beautiful, because I can see your hurt, and still you smile‐ perhaps, you could share it with me? Your voice is beautiful,
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
StoneHenge
Stonehenge stands as a timeless sentinel, where each granite slab holds the echoes of passionate rituals and whispered dreams. You wander through this sacred haven, where the pulse of the earth seems to resonate with your very heartbeat, crafting an enchanting connection that transcends the boundaries of time.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
With Rain Comes Storms, & Memories In Every Drop
Every raindrop is a prelude to another, and every thought of you, will only have brought to me, another. One picture of you will only paint one more,
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
Autumn Memories
Verdant green, the trees with thick leaves on summer days fade into crisp evenings, longer every night, inevitably colder, darker
By Altum Veritasabout a year ago in Poets
Bangladesh
Streets of Bangladesh: A Tapestry of Life In Bangladesh, where the streets hum low, A vibrant dance of life begins to flow,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Hunted Mirror 2
In a dim-lit room where shadows creep, A mirror hangs, secrets it keeps, Its glass reflects a world unknown, A portal to realms where spirits rove.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Haunted Mirror 1
In the corner of a dim-lit room, A mirror stands, encased in gloom, Its surface glass, a shroud of night, Whispers secrets, veiled from light.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Sausage Party
You invited me Promised it was a party No sausage here please This is for Matthew Fromm's Bad Movie Review Challenge thing:
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
My Slimming World
In the kitchen, fresh and bright, Colours dance, a joyful sight. Veggies crisp, and fruits so sweet, With every bite, my heart's upbeat.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets