With a coat dappled brown, like a patchwork quilt, The pony stands waiting, with a spirit so built For adventures untold, in a child's playful mind,
By mahmoud elsaad2 years ago in Poets
Love is lovely. Have no fear of showing love. Tango is made of two. Getting smiles and gifts melts my heart. Ooh...! my goodness.
By Leonah M2 years ago in Poets
In the shadows where despair resides, A weary heart with heavy tides, Depression's grip, a relentless storm, But deep within, a flicker, warm.
By Ljubica Miletić2 years ago in Poets
With a coat like spun moonlight, a creature of grace, The white horse he stands, a legend in this space. His muscles ripple beneath a pearlescent sheen,
Momentarily present the significance of equilibrium throughout everyday life, including efficiency, self-improvement, connections, and satisfaction.
By md asif2 years ago in Poets
In half lotus, he sat on the land, Holding the sitar in his hands, Tunes it as the wires bend, In a world of notes, he gets blend.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
With muscles like thunder, and coat black as night, The warhorse he stands, a fearsome sight. His armor of plate, a shield from the fray,
The Courser's Heart: A Ballad of Loyalty No coat of spun gold, nor thunderous stride, This courser's a friend, by his master's side.
With nostrils flared wide, and a coat like spun gold, The stallion he stands, a story untold. Muscles ripple beneath a coat of fire,
With eyes like embers in the sun's embrace, The camel strides, a king of this hot space. His coat, a canvas tanned by desert winds,
Beneath a sky of searing blue, He stands, a sentinel, strong and true. The camel, weathered, wise, and old, A tale of the desert, yet to be told.
The sands whisper tales of a ship of the dunes, A beast with a soul carved by merciless moons. The camel, he walks, with a slow, steady stride,
