In forests deep where sunlight plays, Nature orchestrates its grand ballet. The rustle of leaves, a gentle sway, A timeless dance, night to day.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
In kitchens, where secrets hide in spices' embrace, Where pots simmer melodies of aromatic grace, There lies the heart of life's vibrant ballet,
"Silken Sonatas: Threads of Destiny" In the tapestry of fate, threads entwine, Silken sonatas, a melody divine. Each thread a choice, a path to take,
By EDWARD LIKONDI2 years ago in Poets
"Aurora Dreams: Painting the Night Sky" Aurora dreams, a masterpiece unfurled, Painting the night sky, a wondrous world.
She is my temptress My Partner In Mischief's Prison When I grab her I'm at it like a bad habit And i feel like I'm flying with high impossibilities
By Dan-O Vizzini2 years ago in Poets
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for January 2023 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)2 years ago in Poets
In the silence of the night, I hear your name, Echoes of a lost love, lighting the flame. The stars whisper secrets, in an eternal language,
By Hendrik SancheZ2 years ago in Poets
Beach sheoak Swaying with the breeze Softly she spoke Living in ease She said to me: You are free No one to appease
By Dominic Casey-Lee2 years ago in Poets
As you contemplate the figure you made The making of your figure’s on parade The layers of creation cascade: Made, you are making, as your maker bade
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
I am the first born I’m worn out and scorned out Bearing the weight of all expectations The weight of a family on my shoulders
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A strong coffee on an unusually sunny morning in fall Usually it's raining, so I take the chance to sit outside of the cafe on a little garden chair, a croissant set on the lopsided table in front of me. It's warm so I don't have to bundle up yet, that perfect time of year when you can still wear tank tops as orange leaves dance past you in the streets. A light breeze tousles my hair over my shoulder and I send a wave and warm smile to a group of elderly women I play cards with on Tuesdays
By AJ2 years ago in Poets
In the caverns of a shattered heart, Where whispers of love now depart, Echoes of laughter once danced free, Now drowned in tears, a silent plea.
