High in the rugged, silent peaks, where whispers of the wind do call, The markhor stands with regal grace, its horns a testament to all.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
I used to marinate myself in emotion Now I sit here numb It’s not that bad really Just strange Feels like all has drained from my brain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
In the sky’s embrace, a spectrum unfolds, A tale of color, ancient and bold. Yellow beams warmth, a beacon of light.
In gardens kissed by summer’s light, Its fragrance whispers of sunny days, A fruit that dances in sunlight’s rays.
In closets draped with fabric dreams, Where colors swirl and sunlight gleams, Each one a story, each one glows.
In the labyrinth of thought, the brain’s domain, A network of dreams and tangled chain. Neurons dance in electric light,
In a bouquet’s gentle clasp, colors blend, A bunch of flowers, where moments mend. Petals soft, in hues so bright,
It's gray and strict, limiting sights with unspoken rules about the confusion of life. This fog can't be defined. - Its harsh smothering
By Aliciel Alone2 years ago in Poets
My fingers lovingly caress the surface of all these small things the cool metal of a pocket knife the sharp point of a fishing hook.
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
In the garden of thoughts where dreams take flight, A heart of compassion, a gentle storm. A seeker of truth, a guiding star.
In the quiet of dusk, whispers align, Enlighten the heart, with wisdom's pure grace, In shadows of doubt, a radiant embrace.
(the day after I lost him) Life has to go on Even in the hardest times of mourn You've to wake up howsoever was your night
By Varnika Agarwal2 years ago in Poets
