If I were to speak to Luna, the goddess of the night I would have to thank her for the turning of the tides I would compare her to a mirror, reflection of the light
By Raine Fielder5 months ago in Poets
Mighty God, O Man Divine, Lord of Shadow and of Light, Who’s come to us just as you are, sublime, From the sunlight and the rain,
By Sandra Tena5 months ago in Poets
Gracious Goddess, Lady Fair, You, who free us from our chains, Who brings us joy and love and celebration all around, Who comes down from the brightness of the Moon
Be brave, be cool, be kind. Don’t let them see what’s on my mind. I must have been about five or six, That’s when I started performing my tricks.
By Benjamin Whitaker5 months ago in Poets
After the death of Kayumars, the throne passed to his grandson, Hushang. He sat upon the throne of kingship and began to build and prosper his realm.
By ALI ABBASI5 months ago in Poets
Plants in my dwelling Tell each other in sunlight How happy they are. I have finally re-potted the two aloe plants I got in tiny seeding containers about three weeks ago and a lemon tree with a fruit I bought the day before yesterday.
By Lana V Lynx5 months ago in Poets
I force a smile across my face one more time Another day lost I feel as though I am trapped in an endless maze One could say it is just a phase
By J.W. Baird5 months ago in Poets
When God was running low on souls, He must’ve split one down the middle — gave you the spark, gave me the flame, and whispered, “Go find each other someday.”
By Brie Boleyn5 months ago in Poets
I’m miserable for adventure There’s lines that stain my brain Like every nation They exist only in our imagination They separate us from our true nature
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
Forward walk the damned With their tongues ripped from their throats The Djinn twist their souls...
By Kristen Keenon Fisher5 months ago in Poets
Hello, I’m here to help. Memorize my name? It’s not important It’ll never be important, I’m here to help. I see you on your worst days
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets
I’m as happy as Robin Williams I smile like he do through and through But deep down the phrase bothers you A jester’s smile that goes on for miles
