In the aquatic depths where ripples play, A dance of passion unfolds, a secret ballet. Beneath the moon's soft, silvery gleam,
By Gideon Sunday2 years ago in Poets
Beneath a sky adorned with starry grace, In fleeting moments, time began to trace. A chapter turned, a story yet begun,
By BrendonJoseph2 years ago in Poets
I’m far more messed up Than I thought Forever bled Of any “normal” thought Against them all I have fought I don’t know what you want
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Hemorrhaging hypocrisy Of one way conversations You’re judging me When all I see is beauty How are you supposed to see me
It’s the end of the day Take me to the house of cards Take to where the bards play Take me out to the yard Where we can be merry
1. In the Christmas rush, people hustle and bustle, Wrapping presents, a festive tussle. Lights twinkle on streets, songs in the air,
By Digi Ben2 years ago in Poets
So one morning I accidentally woke up early and saw a mesmerizing yet heartbreaking scene in front of me. A butterfly and a moth was lying dead beneath the dead withering plants of our garden, I soon buried them together among the newly planted flowers in our garden wishing them a new life. That incident went by and I was carrying out my usual routine but for some reason I kept thinking about them and so to finally calm my mind I wrote this short story and to be honest I am kind of a romanticist so I wrote a romantic yet tragic love story between A BUTTERFLY and A MOTH going against there law of existence. I hope you enjoy reading it……………
By Luna3572 years ago in Poets
Dance beneath the moonlight on the beach A chance for romance, chance to be free Of love's power and endurance let us teach
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
The Dreamer's Day, a sunlit space, Where worries melt and shadows chase. A canvas vast, where thoughts take flight, On wings of dreams, both soft and bright.
By Sunil Kushwaha2 years ago in Poets
On a wreath at 10 and 4 o'clock two birds are fastened as if circling in the air two sisters on a wheel of time watching life apart
By chillbaby50002 years ago in Poets
The sunrise will never know its beauty For it is too far No matter how much we shout The clouds will never know how soft they are
Many of us do not know what we want in the moment until it passes Drowned in life’s vastness So take all of your chances
