Blessed are the makers Especially those that shakedown the takers In a world full of fakers They are the ones that capture the vaper
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
In love's vast canvas, nature's brush does sweep, Each stroke a whisper, each hue a leap, From dawn's soft blush to twilight's deep,
By Creative Chronicles2 years ago in Poets
I do not tend to hope for much of anything even if I may mention it once in a while. For me, it is a figure of speech or of writing, like OMG, and Zeus willing.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
With stoic gaze, the ISTP doth stand, A silent soul, with secrets close at hand. They wield their logic, a most keenest blade,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
With stoic gaze, the ISTP doth stand, A silent soul, with logic as their guide, Their minds a vault of knowledge, close at hand,
The unkind atrocity of kindness On nights that are filled with darkness and despair, Where the blanket bites under the coldness of the swaying air.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Someday, when trees have shed their leaves, And against the morning’s white The shivering birds beneath the eaves
By bishnu prasad2 years ago in Poets
In the absence of required kit we fear ourselves unready. We lament the missing part of it and hold ourselves unsteady. .
By Tim Grace2 years ago in Poets
Empty souls Trying to fill the hole The void All to avoid the reality There is no amount of alcohol, drugs, or roids to make the pain go away
Amara gripped the hilt of her sword, the only man among the Queen's elite guard. Tonight, they infiltrated the Sultan's harem.
By Bishnu Kumar 2 years ago in Poets
With stalwart heart and mind of logic keen, The ISTJ doth tread a measured pace, A soul of duty, ever to be seen In constant toil, a smile upon their face.
With stoic heart and mind of keenest sight, The ISTJ, a pillar strong and true, By duty's call they ever hold their light,
