Though dad may not have known his second 'son' was his daughter He did pass on knowledge before he passed, to the next generation
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
In the golden glow of twilight's end, A shade of light brown begins to blend, Soft as the sand beneath the feet, Warm as the hearth where hearts do meet.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
In the dance of day and night, they meet, She, a dawn with a gentle light. His voice, a thunder rolling through the sky, Her laughter, a breeze as soft as a sigh.
High in the rugged, silent peaks, where whispers of the wind do call, The markhor stands with regal grace, its horns a testament to all.
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
In the sky’s embrace, a spectrum unfolds, A tale of color, ancient and bold. Yellow beams warmth, a beacon of light. Green flows with hope, in nature’s grand design,
In gardens kissed by summer’s light, Its fragrance whispers of sunny days, A fruit that dances in sunlight’s rays. Scarlet gems on verdant green,
In closets draped with fabric dreams, Where colors swirl and sunlight gleams, Each one a story, each one glows. Soft pastels whisper of summer’s ease,
In the labyrinth of thought, the brain’s domain, A network of dreams and tangled chain. Neurons dance in electric light, Imagination’s boundless flight,
In a bouquet’s gentle clasp, colors blend, A bunch of flowers, where moments mend. Petals soft, in hues so bright, Roses blush in tender grace,
It's gray and strict, limiting sights with unspoken rules about the confusion of life. This fog can't be defined. - Its harsh smothering
By Aliciel Alone2 years ago in Poets
My fingers lovingly caress the surface of all these small things the cool metal of a pocket knife the sharp point of a fishing hook.
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
