Known as “Ephemeroptera” - About which they say - Unlike the “Palaeoptera”, They only live one day. Most known as the “mayfly”,
By Unbreakable Heart2 years ago in Poets
The thorny rose, a paradox it seems, A crown of beauty wrapped in barbed-wire dreams. Petals unfurl, a tapestry of red, A fragrant promise, on a dangerous bed.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Sand castles upon the sand Created from seemingly nothing They never know how low or high the tide is How long their time will last
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The velvet bloom, a regal hue, A splash of twilight in the dew. A solitary, purple rose, Where beauty hides, a story grows.
How does one go about describing the kind of guilt I feel? Guilt of my lack of guilt. It is trying to know you can never have what you want how you want it.
By Dakota Love Dangler2 years ago in Poets
The most benevolent outrage ever silenced were the gallant echoes of the mind. In the dreariest of tremors, the tiniest fragment of hope prevails,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The acrid bite, a morning's sting, Black brew that wakes, a bitter thing. Steam curls aloft, a wispy sigh, As sleep departs with bleary eye.
January is cold and unforgiving, Taking you from me. February is just as frigid, I've never been so lonely. March brings early signs of spring,
By Catsidhe2 years ago in Poets
You will see me smile that day and you will see that within my heart there is no sadness that tries to cast a shadow over my almost lovely days
By Jowie Espiritu2 years ago in Poets
The day unfurls, its tale unfolds, A symphony of tasks untold. The clock hand ticks, a relentless beat, But worries hush, a moment sweet.
Here lies my past, a chapter closed, A version of me, once composed. Thankful for the lessons taught, In every battle, fought and sought.
By Dominique Alcantara3 years ago in Poets
The unsatiated anger that blinded the sights of glee, In the erratic ferocity of animosity, he pushed away the light that everyone could see.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
