My songs are a tapestry, with your name I weave, With you, my youth, I shall live a vibrant life to breathe. The worlds of distractions--just a whiff of wind,
By Mahendra Kumar Beheraabout a year ago in Poets
I am heartbroken Choking on harsh realities That they never cared for me Don’t know what was expected It’s not the first time I’ve been neglected
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
In the misty fair of a fantasy town, O traveler, lost, yet profound. How many dreams have I gently tied, To fleeting moments where hopes reside.
Remembering the blues before they died Having been green and purple for a while Athena smiled in my mind with soft pride Pleasing a thought of a nymph with some guile
By Patrick M. Ohanaabout a year ago in Poets
Introduction This is a sonnet requested by a close friend. I need to fit a lot into these fourteen lines to make it extra special. I hope that I can do it justice.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
I am an unknown, unnamed poet, A picture painted from the heart's quiet. Adorned with ornaments of rhyme and flair, A greedy soul for words and their care.
Today, we invite the rain in for a tea, Hide beneath the warmth that we can see. The drops dance on the glass with fun,
Oh Life! I'll pen a tale of you, Of all your whispers, old and new, The questions you tossed my way each day, I’ll write the answers, come what may.
Maybe some people are better as memories Sometimes they’re just not that interested in you or me Let them flee If they care
Introduction I see many wooden sculptures, some of the most impressive are the chainsaw sculptures in Pannet Park Whitby which you can see here:
For a moment, I became a dolphin A note in a cool, cobalt symphony Proudly displaying an eternal grin Swimming with effortless alacrity
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Ghosts of future memories haunt me Staring off in the distance As tells from my scryne tingle down my spine as they exit my mind
