Rising before dawn, as so many times before, he walks to the banks of the Magdalena River. . His age-worn boat bobs, creaking against the current,
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets
The afternoons are fly-buzz drowsy now The fans ignore us and, bored, turn away; To lift this leaden heat, we know not how
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
In the dim light of a quiet room, I feel the weight of a shadowed gloom. Yet struggles to find the notes to show. The days blend into one another,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
In the face of storm and strife, Brave people carve their path through life. They stand where shadows dare not throng. Their courage shines in darkest night,
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, A spirit rises from the past.
Beware the indiscriminate father For he could well mistake you for his child And, while insisting that it is no bother Bombard you with advice from dull to wild
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.
My grandfather was an image hunter Polaroids, home movies, mischievous snaps; His silken, ninja quickness made us chunter
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 Historian2 years 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.
In the quiet hush of dawn's first light, Lies a sacred gift, pure and bright. Forgiveness, a blessing soft and kind, Heals the heart and frees the mind.
