In the dim light of a quiet room, I feel the weight of a shadowed gloom. Yet struggles to find the notes to show.
By Israa day ago in Poets
In the face of storm and strife, Brave people carve their path through life. They stand where shadows dare not throng.
In the whisper of the wind, a story’s told, Of dreams once bright, now gentle and bold. Through tangled paths and winding lanes,
From shattered dreams and broken days, Emerges strength in newfound ways. Through trials faced and shadows cast,
Beware the indiscriminate father For he could well mistake you for his child And, while insisting that it is no bother
By D. J. Reddall2 days ago in Poets
Underneath a canopy of stars, where whispers of the night do roam, In twilight’s tender grasp, we find a realm of dreams, a mystic tome.
By Isra2 days ago in Poets
My grandfather was an image hunter Polaroids, home movies, mischievous snaps; His silken, ninja quickness made us chunter
By D. J. Reddall3 days ago in Poets
I used to marinate myself in emotion Now I sit here numb It’s not that bad really Just strange Feels like all has drained from my brain
By Atomic Historian3 days ago in Poets
A pounding drum in a shadowed maze, A headache’s grip, a darkened haze. A relentless force, a mind deform. Sharp and dull, a blinding light.
By Isra4 days ago in Poets
In the quiet hush of dawn's first light, Lies a sacred gift, pure and bright. Forgiveness, a blessing soft and kind,
By Isra5 days ago in Poets
In gardens green where sunlight spills, Vegetables dance in morning light. Carrots orange, beneath the ground, Silent, growing without a sound.
In the realm of words, a chosen few, Speak of dreams and skies of blue. In every heart, they find their place. Few are the stars that light the night,