My Rendezvous with Life The treacherous waters of existence hail in their stride, As the beauty of sailing against the winds uproars in its ride.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Tit for tat. I find myself Struggling with loneliness But what cuts deeper Is that when You do find some people To share love, chatter and joy with
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets
Head in my hands Sifting through the sand Of ruined unplanned events Nowhere to vent A shoulder lent Is a shoulder lost
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I am still learning to be wrong; To admit to myself that it is not strong To never need correction; and to always already know,
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
I am so tired. And I feel so very alone. * Alone in my faith, alone in my doubt; Alone when with others, alone when without.
Scattered across the sands of Mars are sun-kissed villages where rovers once wandered, now in the hands of children who sow the seeds of hope, braving the dust of drought, a vibrant future is born of dreams and faith.
By Bishnu Kumar 2 years ago in Poets
This week I am writing about my passions and I am passionate about my sisters! I had one biological sister and she died in 2010 from luekemia. Before then and since I have a lot of sisters. I just wanted to share about this here.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
What is love? Is it the gentle touch of a lover's hand Or the passionate embrace of two souls entwined? Is it the warmth of a hug on a cold, lonely night
By Elefty Erika Siama2 years ago in Poets
In skies of blue, where dreams take flight, A rainbow blooms, a wondrous sight. With hues that dance and colors bright,
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
Fliers on billboards Looking for our sound out there, The guts of a year * Gear packed and loaded Amps, drums, cables, and guitars,
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
In parchment's embrace, a story unfurls, A letter, a vessel for heart's soft whirls. In ink's delicate dance, emotions abide,
In the hush of the cold, winter's breath, When the moon casts its silver sheath, The world seems to pause, in a quiet repose,
