Ace Melee: I rarely do pieces with just dialogue, creating small poetry, but I want to create a fictional story with it. To make it easier to see who was talking, I put it in separate stanzas and changed the word styles.
By Ace Melee3 years ago in Poets
I have these weird days where I feel a sense of displacement; It's almost like I am purposely placed there in the grand rising of the day
By Nomfundo Gumede3 years ago in Poets
With wit as sharp as rapier, tongue aflame, The ENTJ strides forth, a leader bold, Their vision keen, a future they proclaim,
By Diorino Galvano3 years ago in Poets
With mind aflame and spirit ever bold, The ENTJ, a leader, strides the stage, Their wit a rapier, keen and yet controlled,
Leos approach life head-on with a proactive, commanding presence, always striving for excellence and radiance. Underneath their dominant and vivid demeanor, they harbor a distinctive wisdom for navigating life.
By fauveao maues3 years ago in Poets
Images seared deep in mind knots, corruption leaks through, as company rots. I can see why she chose him, alcoholism for the dastardly win.
By Rowan Finley 3 years ago in Poets
With wit like rapier, keen and ever bright, The ENTJ, a leader bold and strong, Doth marshall plans with cunning and with might,
With wit like rapier, keen and ever bright, The ENTJ, a leader bold and strong, Doth weave through life with purpose, taking flight
On the days when life is fully activated, in MY reality. I feel a congruency in spirit, mind, and soul. It is an entanglement of different realities existing as one reality in time.
In the tapestry of life, we weave our threads, Each one unique, imperfect, and finely spun. No flawless fabric, no seamless design, Yet therein lies our magic, our warmth, our sun.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela3 years ago in Poets
I crave your cornucopia of shambled illusions, Cryptic confessions marred by deep depression, Sore fancy, dampened horizons of scratched sunsets,
By Gabriela Trofin-Tatár3 years ago in Poets
I saw a girl in my dreams, she was not what she seems. With the joy outside, she was lost in her mind. Not a light in her eyes
By Priyanka3 years ago in Poets
