Upon a pedestal carved in grace, Where shadows dance and stars embrace, A wand of power, old and wise, Stirs silence with enchanted sighs.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets
In twilight’s hush, upon worn wood, An ancient tome in silence stood. Its pages curled with whispered age, Yet danced like spirits on a stage.
In a velvet night where silence hums, A magician stands — the showman comes. With eyes like still and stormless seas, He bends the stars with practiced ease.
In the hush of a moonlit sigh, so deep, Where stars above and waters sleep, A single rose begins to weep— Its petals hold a dream to keep.
In the hush of dusk, a figure stands, A whisper carved by unseen hands. No face, no name—just shape and shade, A soul where silent storms cascade.
There lies an old secret in flowers so still, No face to be seen, yet hearts they thrill. The bouquet she held with fingers so mild,
I am fundamentally fictional --- a legend passed down day to day. Hero to none, villain to many, afterthought to most. The name I bear holds no talent
By Lizzy Roseabout a year ago in Poets
Trumpets sound to the tune of my own creation A tune for me the god you see ~ Flying high, swollen pride, 30,000 feet,
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath the cloak of silent skies, An owl awoke with ancient eyes. Its feathers brushed the midnight air, A whisper born of thought and care.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
Upon the roof in silver light, A cat appeared in the hush of night. Its paws were soft, its steps unseen, A shadow stitched in moonlit sheen.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
Standing on the sidelines, yearning for inclusion Fed up with my status, immunocompromised A health ranking since Covid Often leaves me feeling left out
By Marilyn Gloverabout a year ago in Poets
Our fathers were brothers, but we didn’t know each other well. They announced his death in the family group chat, with a rosary schedule posted like an invitation.
By Gilayna Joyabout a year ago in Poets
