I ponder over the hues of the zealous beauty of the sky, In the yonder of nothingness, time in its mirth passes by. The heavens and the earth, the kindness and the ugliness both coincide with their fate,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Eyes That Won't Sleep Tired and worn, I lay in bed, But sleep won’t come, it dances instead. Thoughts swirl like leaves on a gentle breeze,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
The way you used to look into my eyes, and sell me your lies‐ Of course, I bought them and believed your stories, everything spoken‐
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
In shadows cast by golden lies, His charm like sunlight through disguise. A gentle touch, a summer breeze, Yet, in his eyes, a cold unease.
Pyramids built not of limestone bricks, not on the spines of sweaty, sandpaper-skinned slaves, but their masters' bodies emaciated by leprosy.
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
In the quiet dawn, when the world is still, A mother awakens, her heart full and filled. With tender whispers, she greets the new day,
By Roxanne Buckleabout a year ago in Poets
Indian Curry In a pot so warm, where spices blend, Indian curry simmers, a love without end. A swirl of turmeric, a dash of garam masala,
Her red umbrella, bright and bold, A shelter from the rain and cold. With every drop, it twirls and sways, A splash of color on cloudy days.
Bonfire Night On Bonfire Night, with skies aglow, Jacket potatoes, warm and slow. Wrapped in foil, so soft and right,
Her Red Fireworks Up in the sky, bright and red, Her fireworks dance, filling hearts with dread. With a pop and a crackle, they light the night,
In the glow of the night, she spins with grace, In her big red dress, a magical place. Laughter and music fill the warm air,
A slice of bread, so nice and warm, In the toaster now I wait I fold my arms . Pop! It sprung, to my happy delight
