Tiny soldiers, marching bold, A crimson army, fierce and bold. With mandibles strong, they bite and sting, A tiny menace, a fearsome thing.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
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
Sonata as soliloquy: Echoes, In and out; Of me, as my heart, skipping beats Like stone. A cross. A still. Yet, stormy sea beneath which
By J2 years ago in Poets
Soft petals like snowflakes gently fall. In a delicate last dance they float. Like a final swan song before curtain call.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
The sky, a canvas painted gray, Weeps tears of rain, a mournful day. The world, a garden, drenched and drowned, As nature mourns, a mournful sound.
Fleshed flotsam cast asunder by an unforgiving sea, never known for having shown beleaguered sailors mercy. From the Devil’s Triangle
By Chris Z2 years ago in Poets
Softness sounds of stillness when serenity speaks a shadowed Symphony Inaudible introspective inhales to immerse infinity's within the Inner-Self
By Aiden Hale2 years ago in Poets
Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them How have they not gotten a face full of fist
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
In the hands of tomorrow To bemoan the existence of what could be, The atrocity of what ifs set its fangs deeper into the present space of serenity.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
A canvas painted with hues of dawn, Your cheeks, a blush where colors are drawn. A masterpiece, nature's own art, A delicate tint, playing its part.
