A moment here, a moment gone, In the blink, in the yawn. We grasp at time, we clutch, we hold, Yet it slips like grains of gold.
By Dabasish Pal2 years ago in Poets
In the rhythm of the earth, We find our joy, our pain, our mirth. From birth to death, the cycle spins, Each ending marks where life begins.
Threads of gold and threads of gray, Woven through our lives each day. Moments fleeting, moments still, A tapestry we slowly fill.
Poem 1: Twilight's Embrace Daylight fades, a gentle hush, As twilight's magic, starts to blush. Workweek's burdens, slowly seep,
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
What great guilt, all the better, Grandma swallows stone, For she is the wolf
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
There is no more you, There is no more us Now, there is only me and myself, Reflecting as night falls ~ From the window of my room,
By Radiant Roots2 years ago in Poets
In the silent darkness of the night Rain falls gently, softly kissing the earth Each drop sings a melody Accompanying the night with an eternal rhythm
A person is a quiet storm, A melody of dusk and dawn, With eyes like windows, deeply warm, And dreams where hopes are softly drawn.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
In dreams of dawn and morning’s light, I weave my hopes for days yet bright, A future where our hearts align,
Eyes unblinking. Staring at a world filmed in gossamer. Soundless, countless feet. Hours and days. Constant spinning. Spinning tales of home.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Poets
In moments still, where silence grows, A faith in God begins to glow. In every heart where fears reside,
In each sunrise, a canvas bare, New moments bloom in morning’s air. With every step and breath anew, Life unfolds in shades and hues.
