In the labyrinth of life, we sometimes stray, Where familiar paths fade to shades of gray. Lost in the whispers of the winding way,
By Ashiii3 years ago in Poets
Japan is renowned for numerous reasons, yet there exists a particular destination within the country that evokes awe and fascination. This extraordinary place happens to be an island, famously known as Rabbit Island. Situated a mere 50 km from Hiroshima, this island is referred to as Usagi Shima in the local language, signifying "rabbit island." As one sets foot on this island encircled by the sea, an enchanting sight unfolds before their eyes - rabbits and hares abound in every direction.
By A. Rahman3 years ago in Poets
In tender hours of youth's sweet haze, First love alights with gentle gaze. A whispered sigh, a trembling hand, In uncharted realms, we both stand.
In a room where minds ignite, A beacon stands, a guiding light. With wisdom's touch, and patience vast, A teacher's role, unsurpassed.
My Rendezvous with Life The treacherous waters of existence hail in their stride, As the beauty of sailing against the winds uproars in its ride.
By Hridya Sharma3 years ago in Poets
Tit for tat. I find myself Struggling with loneliness But what cuts deeper Is that when You do find some people To share love, chatter and joy with
By Manisha Dhalani3 years ago in Poets
Head in my hands Sifting through the sand Of ruined unplanned events Nowhere to vent A shoulder lent Is a shoulder lost
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
I am still learning to be wrong; To admit to myself that it is not strong To never need correction; and to always already know,
By Gabriel Huizenga3 years ago in Poets
I am so tired. And I feel so very alone. * Alone in my faith, alone in my doubt; Alone when with others, alone when without.
Scattered across the sands of Mars are sun-kissed villages where rovers once wandered, now in the hands of children who sow the seeds of hope, braving the dust of drought, a vibrant future is born of dreams and faith.
By Bishnu Kumar 3 years ago in Poets
This week I am writing about my passions and I am passionate about my sisters! I had one biological sister and she died in 2010 from luekemia. Before then and since I have a lot of sisters. I just wanted to share about this here.
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Poets
What is love? Is it the gentle touch of a lover's hand Or the passionate embrace of two souls entwined? Is it the warmth of a hug on a cold, lonely night
By Elefty Erika Siama3 years ago in Poets
