By the clear ringing song of harp and horn There you stand, celestial-born And where I am a crownless king You drift aloft on angels wings
By Willow Walker2 months ago in Poets
Hail to the grim, marauders and kings For power is in crowns, bangles and rings The warlike are dead, the peaceful don’t rest
My Dad I think of you every morning, and your name still warms the air, the way your presence once did, when life felt steady and kind.
By Marie381Uk 2 months ago in Poets
The Woman in Midnight Roses her face stays still, white as moonlight, with shadows resting, beneath calm eyes. blue roses rise,
Flames and Shadows red candles burn, in a heavy room, their glow shaking, like they know my name. the mirror behind them,
Before Midnight Fell I walked the narrow path, feeling the world fall still, as midnight gathered, and whispered my fate.
Deepest Love Haiku How deep is my love? it can’t be measured it’s deep it goes on forever
Hidden Flame Your name still lingers, soft as a warm trace, pulling me backwards, through all we shared. Our nights stayed locked,
Mistletoe and Laughter Under green sprigs, we leaned and laughed, a brush of lips, and the moment passed. Laughter rattled,
A Christmas Wedding Snow lay in silence, on the chapel steps white, we walked into the light, our hearts intertwined tight.
The Man From Laramar He came from nowhere, a man without footsteps, eyes like forgotten stories, hands that hid the truth.
Christmas Love I held your hand by the fire’s glow, the tree stood bright, outside, the snow fell slow. Your eyes caught mine,
