Not sonnets spun of silk and rhyme, But the raw script etched on skin with time. No gilded cage for whispered sighs, Just ragged breaths beneath starlit skies.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Life is precious Life is short Write your story We’ve all been knocked off of our emotional bicycles But we will find our way back on in our own time
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The whispering wind through leaves of jade, A sunlit dance, a dappled shade. Emerald hills that pierce the sky, Where cotton clouds like castles lie.
Here is a link to the challenge: * ethical event? counting up the points of the livid change around us...
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Enigmatic; this life is Corporeally enveloped. Languished momentum drives Impromptu revelation. Protracted yet fleeting.
By Amanda Rice2 years ago in Poets
Not with the throngs that fill the crowded street, Their faces blurred, their hurried steps complete, But with the hush of twilight, soft and dim,
The sun descends, a fiery kiss, Goodnight it bids, the world to dismiss. A cloak of twilight, soft and deep, Embraces all, while shadows creep.
The sky weeps grey, a drumming beat, On rooftops high, on paven street. But in my heart, a joyous tune, For rain and I, we sing in June.
In shadowed corners, where moonlight fears to tread, A silent ballet, a scuttling dread. Cockroaches gather, a writhing mass,
On silken strands, a whisper falls, A crimson leaf, a memory calls. From branches high, where autumn reigns, It drifts and settles, tinged with stains.
In clusters green, a verdant crown, Bananas hang, all weighed down. On sturdy stalks, they sway and preen, A tropical and sunlit scene.
The city stirs, a symphony of horns, But here, within these walls, a different dawn. Sunlight streaks across your sleeping face,
