My England England, oh my English rose Where morning mist in silence goes, Where hedgerows line the winding lane, And church bells chime in soft refrain.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
He created me and put me in the Garden where there is beauty, order and clarity; Not in the Bush where there is disorder, confusion and chaos.
By Irene Mugang Narewec 2 years ago in Poets
Looking at the outside, telling each other not to be confident Both men and women, it is difficult to fathom the great hope
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
You came and went... The moon came and peeked through the window The sun was setting, and the heart was filled with happiness again
She is not stupid... but she was taught to be compassionate. She is not stupid... but she knows that forgiveness elevates the mind.
At some point, We must accept that matters of the heart It can change at any time. There is no guarantee People who love each other very much
Blow, Wind, Blow Blow, wind, blow, Swirl the leafs, high and low. Scour the earth with icy breath, Whispering tales of sleep and death.
When the moment arrives, we must take separate paths To pursue a new journey that surpasses the previous one. Do not view separation as a sorrowful event,
This isn’t a poem about the Rocky Mountains. It’s about a girl who lost her way, and the man who helped her find it again
By Carolina Borges2 years ago in Poets
When will I be ready Make me ready Prepare me while I am waiting No, I don't want just anything Not moving out of desperation
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Green Eyes of the Hawk In the depths of your green eyes is a fierce spark Like a hawk soaring swiftly through the night With a gaze that can pierce the stillness around
Like A Lion With Rabies Golden mane in morning sun, Silent strength, a kingdom won. Eyes that watch the shifting plain, Paws that tread where few remain.
