This poem has not mastered herself in literature, Neither has read many grammar textbooks. She doesn’t know how she looks.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
In the bustling market's throng, he reigns, Words dancing like birds in springtime rains. His tongue, a river flowing free,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
In the hush of twilight, raindrops softly fall, A symphony of nature's tender call. Each drop a whisper on parched earth's skin,
When I cry, I see blood, Tears mingling with crimson floods, In the shadows of night, in the harshness of light, My soul’s jagged edges, a scarlet sight.
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets
Mars, the rusty red wanderer in the cosmic ballet, Tonight, it holds a secret, a story hearts relay. No rover's tracks disturb the ancient, dusty ground,
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
The moon, a silent sentinel in the velvet sky, Tonight, it holds a secret, a whispered sigh. No astronaut's footprint, no rover's dusty tread,
The inky canvas of the night unfurls, A million diamonds scattered across the world. Tonight, I raise my gaze, a silent plea,
Weakness, a serpent coiled within my chest, A silent whisper, testing me at my best. It sheds its skin in forms I know too well,
Savor the flavor, a snack so true, Potato slices, fried just right, A bite of joy, a crispy delight. Salted sprinkle, a savory kiss,
In stars that shimmer, open wide, In every dawn that paints the sky, In every breath, a lullaby. Yes, in the heart's unspoken plea,
The muse of poetry in its depths stalls the ensue of thee, Drowning in the sparse spectacle of hope left, one dives into the waters of misery.
I wish I could have lied to you And said I didn’t want you Or want you near But the truth is I was living in fear The fear of opening myself up
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
