Stone cold beauty like none other, when my eyeballs bleed I see the secrets of color. Life has a morbid way of showing it, but it just does.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
In the silent stength f dawn's first light, Where shadows yield to morning's grace, A father's love stands firm and bright, A beacon in the time and space.
By Juliusly 2 years ago in Poets
Spoken word, forever never used. In an idealistic world. Life is noisy, It’s overcrowded. Entering a state of calm.
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in Poets
Say no more, better yet say less If there are no words to speak then Listening is at its peak. Sometimes Expressing something is best when
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Over two decades ago I would never forget this day. You had so much left to say and yet you left away. Resting between a Cessna’s wings you departed from the ground.
No longer will I be handcuffed to the pain of the past. I’m moving on to a future where the pain doesn’t last. Whatever happened yesterday is not today.
It looks good. It feels so good. Just looking colorful, And feels like colorful too. Patterns on the tree branch leaves.
By WALL_E2 years ago in Poets
All pain is not poetry, Please spare me the depression, I hate self-brutality. To karma, I have paid my debt. You think I owe her..?
By Uncledee'2 years ago in Poets
In the embrace of evening’s glow, Where simple moments softly blend, A family’s love begins to show, In every laugh and every friend.
In the quiet of dawn, a mother's love blooms, An endless embrace that eternally looms. Her heart, a compass guiding each day, In her arms, worries gently sway.
Dear Love, You are the timeless force that guides our lives, The whisper in the wind, the pull of the tide, Ever present, shaping our hearts,
In the quest for the ebb and flow, In the hammered wheels of agility and the art of being slow. The due course of nature strides in its crafty demeanour,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
