There was once a soul in a queue, At the gates with a shimmering view. Saint Peter looked down, And then with a frown, Said, "Wait, you're not due until two!"
By Dabasish Pal2 years ago in Poets
A man once passed on in the night, But woke up with quite a fright. He found himself there, In the middle of air, Wondering who turned on the light.
Three thousand six hundred and fifty days Ten years since the laughter ceased Our world became dimmer that day A joy and smile hiding a deep pain
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
The lingering, tingling feeling Of when you’re not here The sensation of your presence Still felt Like a welt on my psyche
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Our love is a flame burning bright, Guiding us through every night. In your arms, I find peace, And my worries all cease,
Two souls, in the night, softly kissed, In a moment that love can't resist. With a whisper so sweet, Our two hearts did meet,
In the garden, we first caught a glance, And our hearts began their sweet dance. With a smile and a sigh, Underneath the blue sky,
The hardest part is not the fall, But rising from the ground, When all the world seems far away, It's in the moments just before,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
In a small village by the Ganges, there lived a widow named Ashalata. Her days were filled with the quiet hum of daily chores, and her nights were spent in the company of memories—memories of her late husband and the child they never had.
The soul and the heart, hand in hand, In life’s ever-shifting sand. They laugh and they cry, But always they try, To love in a world so grand.
Life’s a brief, wandering show, With highs and with moments of low. But through all we find, The heart stays aligned, With love as the ultimate glow.
Two hearts in love will entwine, In moments both bitter and fine. Through thick and through thin, They’ll lose and they’ll win,
