Oh, how a playful poem tickles the soul! It sneaks past defenses with rhymes so droll Pranks psyche and heart with sweet syllable spies To uplift and delight in most mirthful ways.
By Mercedes Couto5 months ago in Poets
In twilight's gentle embrace, a waltz unfolds, Where whispers of the zephyr paint stories untold. Beneath the silvered canopy of the moon's soft glow, The dance of sighs begins, a rhythm only hearts know.
In the quiet alcove of a soul's embrace, Where emotions linger, leaving subtle trace. Submerged in shadows, a delicate dance, Fragments of feelings, a fleeting chance.
In the hollow halls of memory's maze Voices call out from long departed days Each word and phrase that lingers in this place Bursts forth again with untamed grace
My heart beats a symphony within my chest, A complex composition of blood and flesh, With allegro adagio, crescendo and rest, This vital organ plays its rhythmic best.
My pen leaks tears upon the page As I try to capture heartbreak in a cage Of rhythms and rhymes, metaphors and imagery
The Path of Light When shadows creep across my weary heart And storms of sorrow rage and tear apart The fragile peace I’ve struggled to maintain While walking through this valley of cold rain
: My heart hangs heavy in my chest As I face their eyes of discontent For errors made in younger days When wisdom had not made its way