From a small bud, you held me in your womb, A story of love blooms and is spelled out. Your arms were like a nest so hot and wide
By Goal of Spirit2 years ago in Poets
Fascinating the feelings you get when everyone and everything fades out of your mind. Moments of complete silence, drop the sounds.
By ROMEO2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of the ancient forest, where the shadows whispered secrets and the pines murmured tales of old, lay the enigmatic Whispering Pines—a realm of mystery and darkness shrouded in the embrace of nature. Its tangled undergrowth and looming trees bore witness to centuries of forgotten whispers and unseen forces that danced among the shadows.
By Dannie2 years ago in Poets
It’s amazing One day it's here, next day it’s gone One day I’m me, next day I’m not Who’s in control? From darkness to brightness
By Lily2 years ago in Poets
When I look into your blue eyes Losing myself in them Your eyes sparkling and reflecting light The light of both happiness and pain.
By Ricky Lahiri2 years ago in Poets
A Looking Glass Glowing in the fields above We see the girl laugh beyond As we see, it’s time to play As we see, it’s time to laugh
By KA Stefana 2 years ago in Poets
'I wrote this prose as I contemplated about time and space and variable dimensions of reality. I am a humanatarian and believe in equality for all.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
there seems to be light vibrant as a summer butterfly colorful as the finest rainbow it grips your heart breathes down your neck
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
Demeter has wept and suffered even in this Great southern land as leaf of autumn fell And winter chilled hearts, hearth and home
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes in life, You wait for something for so long Anxiously thinking, what if… And going through all what if nots… That you become numb
By Lana V Lynx2 years ago in Poets
I don’t want to come back No, I will stay firm when the Guides show me how I can help earthly souls in physical form and gently (?)
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
My authentic self felt like a storm that constantly battled with my mind, My thoughts were distorted by your version of who I was,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
