In a world where words hold power untamed, A cautionary tale of torment and pain, Where souls are wounded, hearts left maimed,
By Solomon Walker2 years ago in Poets
In the sphere of splendid valour, noble heroes and heroines emerge, Men and women of everyday life, selflessly sacrificing, humanity's scourge.
We journey through the boundless expanse of life, Amidst the ceaseless march of time's eternal turbulence, Across our path, fleeting souls like stars ignite,
The transient allure of life flutters like a butterfly, A fleeting flight that stirs our senses, soaring high. In this vibrant world, pulsing with vitality,
Delusions dance, oh what a ride A voyage to realms the mind implied Illusions weave, reality aside But how do we decode this slide?
Beneath the cloak of a universe clad in iron shadows and phantasmal lights, Where the fabric of dreams is seamlessly stitched with the threads of waking sight,
The sun descends, its final rays Cast shadows tall as light decays. The moon awaits with patience wise, To rule the realms of starry skies.
In the vast expanse of galaxies untold, Lie hidden pathways, mysteries unfold, Secrets veiled in depths unknown, Awaiting discovery, yet to be shown.
Am I the asshole... In all probability yes You didn't let me finish I don't need to, do I? It'd be nice if I could... Make your case?
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Please read this poem if you haven't read it 4 months ago to enjoy the new one.. [email protected], right now, exactly you,
By P.A.Vinura Jayasanka2 years ago in Poets
A wound is always be wounded, the name, the medicine, the treatment will never be described as a wound, because it is always called a wound.
By Avila Osinta 2 years ago in Poets
as death awaits us, life continues, regardless, until we perish * until we perish life continues, regardless, all is awaiting
