The silken threads, they shimmered bright, A web of allure, bathed in golden light. Love's melody, a siren's call, Beckoned me closer, destined to enthrall.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
We're getting romantic, a slow, sweet bloom, Not fireworks bursting, but a steady moon. No whirlwind passion, no thunderous roar,
Little Hands, Big Dreams Little hands, so small and new, Hold a pencil, and a dream or two. A future artist, or a writer true,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
With spatula in hand, they conduct the pace A maestro of flavors, in a culinary embrace The sizzle and aroma, a symphony so fine
Kindness is a gift, that we can all give A smile, a hug, a listening ear to live It's a language, that's understood by all
The sun, a weary traveler, dips below the west, Yielding its canvas to a master, ever-blessed. Night, the artist, cloaks the world in inky hue,
Serenity's Embrace A tranquil pond, a mirrored stage Reflects the sky, a perfect engage Water lilies float, a gentle sway
Soft whispers in the wind, a gentle farewell sigh A goodbye that's spoken, with tears in the eye A moment's pause, a final glance around
The wind it howls, the wind it moans As it whispers secrets, through the trees it groans It carries scents, of far-off lands
The Ascetic's Crusade In realms of flesh, where shadows weave, A constant battle souls perceive. A serpent slithers, scales agleam,
If there has been misunderstanding here Is there a way to know for sure I did wrong? An abyss of uncertainty drains like a sickness
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
Rules that bind, rules that constrain Limiting dreams, and stifling gain They box us in, with rigid might Leaving no room, for creativity's light
