In the quiet of dusk, when colors turn gray, The memories linger, though they’ve faded away. Echoes of laughter, once vivid and bright,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of a realm where dreams softly rise, Stands a castle beneath ever-watchful skies. Its towers reach high, where the eagles dare soar,
In the delicate dance of carefully arranged words, A symphony of meaning through silence is heard. Lines interweave like threads in a grand design,
In the quiet of dawn, a stream gently flows, Winding through meadows where wildflower grows. It whispers soft secrets to the stones in its bed,
Diamonds glisten in the moonlight’s tender embrace, Each facet a story, each sparkle a trace. Forged in the depths where ancient fires blaze,
On the iron rails where the echoes play, The railroad winds through night and day. It stretches forth, a path both bold and wide,
The smile is a beacon in a world so vast, A glimmer of warmth, a light that’s steadfast. It bridges the distance between hearts so wide,
I just wish it were different... I set near the hallow streets And I creaked around the dark corners, Mingling with dark souls
By Edward Banele Thela2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Invisible: A Poem of Silent Echoes In the corners of bustling streets, She glides, unseen, a whisper Among the shouts of hurried feet,
By inspirational poems 2 years ago in Poets
Veiled Whispers: The Enigma of the Invisible Girl In realms unseen, a silent war, A girl confronts what lies in store. A heavy heart, a weary soul,
A canopy of gauze, a mist of gray, Suspended dreams where shadows play. It hangs, a scrim against the night, A fragile fortress, a ghostly light.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Are you awake? When you’re awake from your sleep or when you die? or when you are reborn after you die or when you live after that
By The Madman2 years ago in Poets
