Love and Prestige: A Tightrope Walk Love and prestige, two forces so grand, One whispers of heart, the other of hand. A tightrope they weave, a precarious line,
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Not diamonds, nor rubies that firelight ignites, Nor sapphires that mimic the summer sky's hue, The baubles of love hold far deeper delights,
In pages bound, where words ignite, The language flows, a beacon bright. In sonnets sweet or prose profound, English echoes, world-renowned.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
A Best Friend’s Tail <><><><><><><><> In fields of green, we roam and play. Your joyful bark lights up the day. With fur so soft and eyes so bright,
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
I used to feel bad for what might happen to you Then you showed your true self And I realized who you really are You’re just another scar
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
There lies a treasure, precious above all. Not gold or silver, nor jewels that gleam, But love's gentle whisper, like a soothing stream.
Within the pages of a humble notebook, Lies a world of wonders, waiting to be took. Blank lines stretch out like paths untraveled,
In the velvet folds of night, where stars ignite, There gleams a splendor, a shimmering light. Jewels adorning the darkness with their grace,
Love, a melody with notes both sweet and sharp, A symphony of joy, a tear-stained, mournful harp. It paints a world in vibrant hues, then cloaks it all in gray,
In shadows deep, where dreams unfold, A whispered tale, of stories untold. Beneath the moon's soft silver glow, Where murmurs of the night-time flow.
Our love's not a sonnet, a rhyme neatly bound, No damsel in distress, no knight to be found. It skips the clichés, the roses and doves,
Love, a force unseen, a whispered rhyme, A tapestry of threads, both dark and sublime. Two sides it holds, a coin forever tossed,
