Where emotions clash and shadows dwell are the depths of the psyche, the scene of inner conflicts. A violent storm, an unrelenting battle,
By Cilian Murphy2 years ago in Poets
Across the sands, where sun beats down, My loyal friend, with nary a frown. Jamal, my camel, strong and tall, You answer every desert call.
By mahmoud elsaad2 years ago in Poets
In celebration of Babs Iverson's third anniversary as a wonderful Vocal creator and her 300th story, please enjoy my entry in her unofficial challenge, Ask Me In December. See my lyrical inspiration below to reference the melody.
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
In the tender garden of youth's spring, First love bloomed, a delicate thing, With petals soft as the blush of dawn, And a promise of days, forever drawn.
Let me share with you what I see- May I? Dissensions and rivalries- No one can agree Why are we, fighting we?- Rejecting The One we need
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
Standing behind the wall, forbidden to look tall, To be the dainty taste for a man’s unsatiated hunger, The tale of a woman’s right to emancipation has seen it all.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Pain What is pain? Pain is only feeling the rain On a sunny day Pain is being alone in a crowded room Pain is not having them around
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Inspiration can come from anywhere But the voice always comes Sometimes it’s a roar Sometimes it’s a hum Sometimes it comes when I’m too busy with life to write
Light tears from your eyes fade down your cheeks This space close to my heart I carry every day Climb, climbing miles
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Poets
In shadows draped, her hair cascades, A veil that hides the moon's soft gaze, Yet in its depths, a mystery lies, A lover's heart, where passion flies.
By Shan Zain2 years ago in Poets
Eat of the cymbals, drink of the drum. Celestial mystics, force a kingdom come. Libation falls, deliver cosmic troth. Immaculate sons, silent mother hands her cloth.
By Sam Vela2 years ago in Poets
Executing daring stunts with finesse, the moon passes in front of the sun with greatness. Cruising through the skies in endless beautiful quest, the moon and the sun should be worshiped with finesse.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Poets
