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Mysterious Christmas
One New Year's Eve, in a small town, a group of teenagers were having a party in an old, dilapidated house. The young man, the owner of the house and the organizer of the party, told his friends that he had a strange feeling when they entered the house.
By Ramazan 4 years ago in Poets
Bad Dog
A bad dog, a naughty hound With mischief in his soul, he bounds He chews on shoes and gnaws on chairs He leaves a trail of destruction everywhere
By Matheesha Fernando4 years ago in Poets
The horse life
The life of a horse is wild and free, Running through meadows, a sight to see, Graceful and strong, with a heart so pure, Their spirit unbroken, their soul so sure. They gallop through fields, with the wind in their mane, Hooves pounding the earth, they feel no pain, Their beauty and power, an amazing sight, A symbol of freedom, a creature of might. Their days are spent grazing under the sun, With friends by their side, they have lots of fun, They prance and play, in a field of green, A world of happiness, like nothing you've seen. But some horses are tamed, to work and to ride, With a saddle and bridle, they learn to abide, They carry their rider with strength and pride, A loyal companion, a horse by their side. The life of a horse is one to behold, Their spirit unbroken, their heart made of gold, A creature of grace, a symbol of power, In the world of horses, they reign like a tower.
By ghulam mohiuldin4 years ago in Poets
El-Fount In Da Room
Listen lives, listen. Listen like listeners. Love lots, lie less, live loud. Live loud, live long, live light. Listen lives, listen.
By Muhammad Bayazeed4 years ago in Poets
The Talking Cat
Once upon a time, in a small village, there was a talking cat named Mr. Whiskers. He was a peculiar cat with a charming personality and an intelligent mind. Unlike any other cat, Mr. Whiskers had the ability to speak and communicate with humans.
By wispo uganja4 years ago in Poets
Autumn's Abundance
INTRODUCTION TO THE POEM The poem is an ode to the season of autumn, a time when nature puts on a spectacular show of colors and scents. Every word in the poem starts with the letter 'A', which creates a unique and challenging structure that adds to the beauty and rhythm of the verses. Through vivid descriptions of the changing leaves, the crisp air, and the scents of cinnamon, apples, and pumpkins, the poem captures the essence of autumn and invites readers to immerse themselves in the season's wonders. The poem also touches on the themes of renewal and reflection that are often associated with this time of year, as well as the sense of adventure and excitement that comes with exploring the natural world. Overall, the poem celebrates the beauty and majesty of autumn, reminding us to appreciate the small moments of wonder and joy that make life so special.
By Noah4 years ago in Poets
Love and Sadness
In dreams of love, my heart takes flight Through starry skies, and endless night Where passion burns with fiery might And holds me close, so warm and tight
By Shoaib Ahmad4 years ago in Poets
Gorgeously Ghastly
Gorgeously ghastly. Genki girls giggled. Green, gray, gowns glimmering. Grotesque ghastly gray gargoyles Glum gargoyles gazed grimly.
By Kylecovey Smith4 years ago in Poets
Delightful December
Dazzling decorations dingle. Delightfully delectable dinner. Delicious December dessert. Dietary decision destroyed. December dilemma descended.
By Kylecovey Smith4 years ago in Poets
Autumn's Awe
As autumn arrives with its amber hues, And the air turns crisp with a cooler breeze, Apples ripen on branches high, Awaiting harvest time with patient ease.
By Hammad Chaudhary4 years ago in Poets
Free time is a treasure and gift to all of us
In the hustle and bustle of life, There’s a precious gift we often forget, A moment to pause, breathe, and thrive, A moment to cherish, without regret.
By Matheesha Fernando4 years ago in Poets
Anthurium Flowers
In the lush tropical forest green, A flower with grace and sheen is seen, Anthodium, with her vibrant hues, Her beauty, nature did not refuse.
By Matheesha Fernando4 years ago in Poets