You look at me askance As we dance To the limerence in each other’s eyes Sometimes I see what’s on your mind But I promise, there’s no lies
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Tiny soldiers, marching bold, A crimson army, fierce and bold. With mandibles strong, they bite and sting, A tiny menace, a fearsome thing.
By Moharif Yuliantoabout a year ago in Poets
Soon my mind will fade In this place where shadows grow Lo, the time has come for buried dreams to leave the shade Encrochached on days where sorrows flow
By Shequinah Nanshanapaabout a year ago in Poets
Sonata as soliloquy: Echoes, In and out; Of me, as my heart, skipping beats Like stone. A cross. A still. Yet, stormy sea beneath which
By Jabout a year ago in Poets
Soft petals like snowflakes gently fall. In a delicate last dance they float. Like a final swan song before curtain call.
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
The sky, a canvas painted gray, Weeps tears of rain, a mournful day. The world, a garden, drenched and drowned, As nature mourns, a mournful sound.
Fleshed flotsam cast asunder by an unforgiving sea, never known for having shown beleaguered sailors mercy.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
Softness sounds of stillness when serenity speaks a shadowed Symphony Inaudible introspective inhales to immerse infinity's within the Inner-Self
By Aiden Haleabout a year ago in Poets
Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
In the hands of tomorrow To bemoan the existence of what could be, The atrocity of what ifs set its fangs deeper into the present space of serenity.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
