Whispers of the Invisible: A Poem of Silent Echoes In the corners of bustling streets, She glides, unseen, a whisper Among the shouts of hurried feet,
By inspirational poems 2 years ago in Poets
Veiled Whispers: The Enigma of the Invisible Girl In realms unseen, a silent war, A girl confronts what lies in store. A heavy heart, a weary soul,
Mental agony, I've grasped on the survivors spirit-like prosperity Immune to defeat, mountains rattle for my greater purpose of destiny Being a slave to intellectual knowledge But also being king for the insisted outcomes Less of a tyrant to cripple my humble beginning Meditating prayer, manifesting for accolades that'll sooner be an armor An armor used to encounter hardships put upon the empty road I walk The more I walk the wiser the vision becomes I will prevail because I'm not just a student I'm a leader in the making in his Image The only image I can't discredit nor dishonor Living to see another day only to be better than yesterday I will prevail I will prevail.
By Irvin 2 years ago in Poets
Last night in the bath, for the first time ever, I tried something fancy, felt kinda clever. Usually, it's apple, cheap and so plain,
By Kel2 years ago in Poets
In the cradle’s gentle sway Happiness is a soft, warm play Where toys are treasures, dreams are near And every laugh is crystal clear.
By Lil'Rosie2 years ago in Poets
In a world where voices clash and blend Where every street hums with a restless trend Seek the quiet where the shadows gently fall
I have always craved certainty, particularly in regard to those two hidden treasures, identity and purpose; are we not all compelled at some point to query,
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
This Endeavour you have taken, Arriving in the arms of those that have longed for your presence. Sounds of mourning you created filled the room,
By Alphonso Gowah2 years ago in Poets
This pain will not last, what begins must also end, a new beginning, to bring about something grand, grander than ever before,
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
A gentle hint of lavender, tender and sweet, transports me to childhood memories. In the streets of summer, warmth enveloped each day, laughter echoing into the night.
By Pallabi Saikia2 years ago in Poets
Conversation sparks free exchange Of my loved ones’ sacred names Though an act of courtesy I long to pay the world With their holy currency
By Cassie G2 years ago in Poets
I don’t want to lie; my last relationship taught me A LOT (mostly about myself) but it also left me broken. I don’t think I have the capacity to trust, as I once had.
By Nomfundo Gumede2 years ago in Poets
