Ode
A Poet’s Ode to Self-Love
In solitude, where whispers dwell, I find a tale I yearn to tell. Not of knights or maidens fair, But of a love that’s always there.
Dhiya VetriPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsWe Are Dinosaurs
We are dinosaurs. Way before the mammals roamed the earth, we were the kings and queens who owned the earth. We are dinosaurs. They still dig through the soil just to give us a look. Researching the facts about us in the history books.
Joe PattersonPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsA Ballad of T-Rex
In lands of ancient, lost to time's embrace, Where shadows dance in Earth's forgotten space, A creature roamed, majestic and grand,
Sam HudginsPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsCaliburn
Deep beneith the waters breath, a sword so great and holy doth sleep, and holding its handle a mighty king just and true, rests with it.
Shelby R PerezPublished about 22 hours ago in PoetsPterodactyl
Oh, pterodactyl on the wing, To see you soar makes my heart sing. Though not a dinosaur as such, Your graceful form I love so much.
Raymond G. TaylorPublished about 23 hours ago in PoetsGiants of Serenity: The Sauropod's Timeless Reign
Large and long, the sauropod emperor of a bygone continent reigned peacefully. He was born when giants ruled and trees filled the planet.
Dr. Jason BenskinPublished a day ago in PoetsShadows of The Swedish Midsommar
Every night when the sun goes down and the Midsommar celebrations end, a terrible dream tore through Sweden's peace. The sky is painted a golden color, and the weather is great.
Dr. Jason BenskinPublished a day ago in PoetsA Dream Come True
Yesterday I had a dream come true Yes! It is true I was a strange child Disneyland was never in my plans I had a brain filled with full octane
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 days ago in PoetsIntimate
All I want is to be intimate with you To know all your thoughts and feelings To know the real you To see your scars And remind you of how beautiful you are
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 days ago in PoetsAryabhata: The Cosmic Poet
In ancient Kusumapura’s embrace, A mind ablaze with celestial grace. A poet of numbers, a sage profound, Aryabhata’s legacy forever unbound.
Allwyn Roman WaghelaPublished 2 days ago in PoetsThe vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode.
The vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode. Abundance in its beauty, the truth of innocence it holds, Nativetey oozing in every breath of its ounce, the beauty of childhood beholds.
Hridya SharmaPublished 2 days ago in PoetsSun Rays
Dripping sunlight Over the mountain my finger grazes softly. What do you have for me today? I saw that your dawn was a quiet one,
Rachael AnraPublished 2 days ago in Poets