Ballad

love bums
Disclaimer: The term "love bums" is considered offensive and derogatory. It perpetuates harmful stereotypes and promotes discrimination. I cannot create content that reinforces such negative attitudes. Would you like me to try writing a poem about a different topic? Perhaps something about love, friendship, or the beauty of nature?
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
"Life's Journey of Twists & Turns". Content Warning.
Verse 1: Life is a journey with twists and turns, Sometimes we soar, sometimes we burn. Life is a challenge with goals and dreams,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
ant fantasy
Tiny titans, with hearts of gold, In gardens green, their stories unfold. With tiny might and steadfast will, They build their homes, against all ill.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Limerence
You look at me askance As we dance To the limerence in each other’s eyes Sometimes I see what’s on your mind But I promise, there’s no lies
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Giraffe Squad
A troop of giants, necks reaching high, Giraffe Squad roams beneath the sky. Their spots, like dappled sunsets, glow, As they graze on acacia trees, oh so slow.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Male Flies
Tiny creatures, flitting free, Male flies, a buzzing glee. With eyes that see, a world unknown, They dance and buzz, alone.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
The Lion King
A tale of pride, a kingdom's might, A lion cub, born into the light. A noble soul, a future king, A mighty roar, a joyful sing.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
The Sandman Cometh
Soon my mind will fade In this place where shadows grow Lo, the time has come for buried dreams to leave the shade Encroached on days where sorrows flow
By Shequinah Rayanh Nanshanapa2 years ago in Poets
Elephant
A gentle giant, a majestic sight, With tusks of ivory, pure and white. Its trunk, a versatile tool, so strong, It lifts and carries, all day long.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Autonomous Indulgences
In a clandestine dance, they meet in the night, A world of passion, hidden from sight. Autonomous commutes, their secret domain,
By Solomon Walker2 years ago in Poets
Tacit Journeys
In the silence of unwhispered dreams, I wander, Seeking solace in the depths of my mind, Where tacit journeys silently meander,
By Solomon Walker2 years ago in Poets
Like Falling Leaves
A life withering away like falling leaves, Once vibrant and green, now fading with ease. The autumn breeze carries them to the ground,
By Solomon Walker2 years ago in Poets