A shining poet who weaves emotions and tales into a few rhymes.
In poetry, I like to embellish each word, And set a rhyme for every stanza. The themes, broad and imaginative,
By MR.Marsh3 months ago in Poets
I have known a love that wrecked homes, A love that led to the land of grief. Where I took a shared seat on their sinking ship
By MR.Marsh4 months ago in Poets
I desire to sit alone in silence and rest, By silence, I also mean the hush within my mind. And let the time and distance unwind as you speak
By MR.Marsh5 months ago in Poets
Stomped with her legs cold as Ice, Shivering with every hammering beats Longing to mend before falling apart The wretched life, not her part.
In the violent gasp, the fragile heart, Mastered wrecking itself with each tight grip. Wearied hands bear witness to the ceaseless cycle
At twenty-four, carrying disappointments and defects, Worrying why I'm not deemed sufficient. With tear-filled eyes, I questioned my mother.
It requires both courage and time to let go of beautiful memories, people, and a past, much like the effort to forget or
If you are my muse and you are my art, How could I ever contemplate turning away, Leaving behind the very essence of my life
Write poetry; that's the way you appreciate the beauty and sadness - angels and demons, light and darkness - the weight of the soul
Some regret their mistakes, ignorance, and aggression., while there are few who regret their kindness, honesty, and doing too much for the wrong people.
When something as menial as a delicate flower grows and perishes inside the heart, no one erects up a monument or builds up a memorial park inside
There are people who resemble the pages of my unfinished poem. There is so much frustration in trying to weave
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