Ballad

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Breathing is laboured. Chest clenched tight. Throat constricted, stressed from the fight. Emotions are locked, weapon well loaded.
By Syncere2 years ago in Poets
Unspoken
In twilight's tender embrace, whispers unsaid, A dance of shadows, secrets widespread. Silent symphony, hearts in rhythmic beat,
By Waqas Ashraf2 years ago in Poets
I fought between left and right in the dead end
I fought between left and right But I was in the dead end I was walking in the rain The sky was darkening at night I was choosing someone I had lost
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
The Coin's Lament. Content Warning.
In vaults of steel, it gleams and gleams, The currency of dreams, of schemes, A force that drives the world's extremes,
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
Amour in its grandest fashion
The virtues of the bounty existence falter in its firm stance, As the mellowed glance of beauty in its amorous rhythm strikes its dance.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Fat With Love
Drawn in In an unhealthy way I want to be with you every day I want to be fat with your love Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A Symphony of Love. Content Warning.
In the vast expanse where hearts entwine, Love's melody, a symphony divine. It dances on the whispers of the breeze, Painting skies with hues of ecstasy.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
Golden Silence
In silence, a deaf person cries, echoes play, in a world of quietude, and shades of gray, ripples the day. Sounds now,
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Poets
Women in Love
Anyone who loves Beware of a sinking heart. Cold hearts Dance on a golden charm. Embracing the icy spoils of Forgiveness, like the halting piercing.
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Poets
ODYSSEY TO PARADISE
She described to me in her words in text messages with incredible precision what was happening in the pores of her body as if my eyes were the ones in front of her who could observe, live and feel the madness, a kind of magic that crossed the borders, the seduction in which she was immersed in those moments in which she lost control of the situation, captive of her desires, of her intense delusions as a woman.
By Gustavo Sanchez2 years ago in Poets
If you read me.. Content Warning.
I want to record thousands of portraits with you where I can't capture it with my pupils... I want dawns in your arms, where you offer me peace and I shelter your soul.
By Gustavo Sanchez2 years ago in Poets
FLAVOR OF AN EXQUISITE WOMAN. Content Warning.
'An exquisite woman is not one who has the most men at her feet, but rather one who has only one who makes her truly happy.
By Gustavo Sanchez2 years ago in Poets