š Ephemeral Symphony š¶ In the š of night, where stars āØ dance, A melody šµ whispers in the expanse. Moonbeams š weave through the cosmic night,
By Creative Chronicles2 years ago in Poets
A seed, so small, was pressed tightly in my hand. She Whispered a promise: life across the land. Will the delicate roots break through the soil without being seen? or withered, lost beneath such a deep world?
By bishnu prasad2 years ago in Poets
With gentle hand and heart that knows no guile, The ISFJ with Two's soft wing entwined, A loyal soul, with purpose to beguile
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
With gentle hand and heart that seeks to mend, The ISFJ, a soul of quiet grace, Doth weave a world where harmony transcends,
Pizza rolls between my toes Gushers exploding as I bite the ends Doritos were really neato But not as fun as a pocket full of Cheetos
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I Will Not Forgive You For The Hurt You Caused Me Convenient It's True Those Wounds Will Never Heal X It's In Your Distant Past
By Mike Singleton š Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
In the whispers of the night, Where stars adorn the velvet sky so bright, I find solace in the embrace of time, As life's melodies weave a sublime rhythm.
By LASZLO SLEZAK2 years ago in Poets
With heart of gold and gentle, watchful eye, The ISFJ, a friend of loyal grace, Doth weave a tapestry of memory, Where cherished moments find their rightful place.
With heart of gold and mind that dwells on past, The ISFJ with duty's flame doth burn, A loyal soul, in whom traditions last,
We hold true to our convictions as determined through belief. We deny our contradictions as would worry us to grief. . We deliver our devotions
By Tim Grace2 years ago in Poets
With keenest eye the world I do dissect, A craftsman's mind, with logic's hand I wield, Though doubts may linger, whispers I suspect,
Blessed are the makers Especially those that shakedown the takers In a world full of fakers They are the ones that capture the vaper
