Friendship
LIKE A RIVER THROUGH MY LENS
Looking through my lens I see rocks, so many of them, creating this sweet sound that drew me from afar. As I moved towards this sound, I found myself staring into my reflection. It's amazing how situations as hard as rocks can actually create something so sweet that has the power to draw people!
Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)Published 6 days ago in PoetsLego
Let go and free yourself Take some time to relax And refocus your mind Just sit back and unwind for a while Let go of all your troubles
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 days ago in PoetsYOU
You look so handsome Wait, it's just camera trick Oh no, you're really are!
Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)Published 6 days ago in PoetsRIVER
Rolling with your waves, you got me Intoxicated! The sound of your flow speaks Volumes about the hard rocks in your life.
Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)Published 6 days ago in PoetsTorrid Affairs
In the tempest's rage, they succumb to the wild, A tumultuous saga, passion undefiled. Yearning so fierce, it refuses restraint,
Solomon WalkerPublished 6 days ago in PoetsFields of Endless Dreams
Fields of endless dreams, Where the sun sets in golden beams, And the flowers sway in the gentle breeze, A place where the heart is at ease.
Solomon WalkerPublished 6 days ago in PoetsROCKS
Removing the cap, Opening the lens, and Capturing the subject of my camera's focus that Keeps me steadfast to this place. Oh it's the
Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)Published 6 days ago in Poets"You're not helping matters"
Usually when I say "You're not helping matters", It's probaly me who's in many tatters. * I know you're trying to be of assistance,
Mal de Coucou
Diseased room of words. Please, could I cup my hands and drink chamomile tea?
Broken Heart Shards
Broken Heart Shards You held my heart in shuddering hands, completely clear, fragile, a magnum opus of delicacy. However, it got past you,
Rony SutradarPublished 7 days ago in PoetsDeath and I had a rendezvous.
Scrambling through my ecstasies, I stumbled across the depths of blue, On my way to my deathbed, I and Death had a rendezvous.
Hridya SharmaPublished 7 days ago in PoetsEarly Summer Breeze Whispered
In the tapestry of life, friendships woven, An eternal bond of love and trust unbroken. Through seasons' changes, they stand steadfast,
Dawnxisoul393artPublished 7 days ago in Poets