In quiet hours, I hear your name, A whisper lost in time, Through corridors of faded dreams, Where love was once sublime.
By RK2 years ago in Poets
She walks with purpose, a queen in her stride, A warrior's spirit, deep inside. A force of nature, a tempestuous sea, A beacon of hope, wild and free.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
I am a vessel, cracked and torn, A soul divided, lost and forlorn. A half-moon hanging in the sky, A lonely star that's doomed to die.
A poet, a painter, a prophet of peace, A soul that yearned for the world's release. From Lebanon, a land of strife, He sought a path to a better life.
A mournful wail, a mournful sound, A ghostly echo, deep and profound. A train that glides through the velvet night, Its headlights piercing the inky light.
She reached up to the night and embraced the heavens. Kissed the sky and asked God why. She couldn't find a love worthy of her spirit so divine.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Twilight Train A winding track, a fading light, A train that whispers through the night. Its mournful whistle, a lonely sigh,
It’s more important to press pen to paper Before the thoughts disappear into vapor But an aberration of the mind Like the clocks chiming
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Like coffee and cigarettes Unfiltered and raw Is how I draw the thoughts from my mind Sometimes it’s the only way I can unwind
Unfiltered and unflattering A little of this A spattering of that I always write off the cuff There’s not much time to think about it
Verse I The letters I found the letters in the attic, yellowed parchment cradling secrets of yore. Its ink, like tears, had bled into the fibers,
By Antoni De'Leon2 years ago in Poets
The mind sees what the eyes refuse to see The road to hell is paved with well behaved slaves Constructing staves to save my mind
