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Vintage poetry stands the test of time; collections and anthologies of classic poems and enduring verses from eras past.
The Clockmaker's Daughter
In cogs and chimes, her childhood spun, With gears that whispered, secrets won. Her father's hands, a symphony, Crafting moments, wild and free.
Echoes of Empathy
The balance of the heart and mind. In the dance of light and dark, we find, A chance to mend, to keep on spinning. With every dawn, a new beginning,
Whispers of the Unknown
In the heart of darkness, secrets lie, Beyond the stars, where dreams defy. Whispers of ancient tales unfold, In shadows deep, where legends hold.
Hear them out
At the coffee shop, I stood alone Someone behind said Hey Babe How am I in this dress It doesn't suit you Why do you always, ughhh.. never a compliment
Life of a Woman.
She is born with a spark in her eyes She grows up with curiosity and wonder She learns from her parents and teachers She dreams of her future and possibilities
Manual Mind
Old machine pace A sacred space Whispers glide Memories collide Sunset's pearl In her eyes, a twirl Passion flows
Echoes of the Lost Path
In the labyrinth of life, we sometimes stray, Where familiar paths fade to shades of gray. Lost in the whispers of the winding way,
Rabbit Island"
Japan is renowned for numerous reasons, yet there exists a particular destination within the country that evokes awe and fascination. This extraordinary place happens to be an island, famously known as Rabbit Island. Situated a mere 50 km from Hiroshima, this island is referred to as Usagi Shima in the local language, signifying "rabbit island." As one sets foot on this island encircled by the sea, an enchanting sight unfolds before their eyes - rabbits and hares abound in every direction.
Odes to First Love
In tender hours of youth's sweet haze, First love alights with gentle gaze. A whispered sigh, a trembling hand, In uncharted realms, we both stand.
Guiding Light: Ode to a Teacher
In a room where minds ignite, A beacon stands, a guiding light. With wisdom's touch, and patience vast, A teacher's role, unsurpassed.
Little do we know
Life is always different we don't understand it complete Little do we know far beyond yes or no numerous niche many people to reach
Disposable
Head in my hands Sifting through the sand Of ruined unplanned events Nowhere to vent A shoulder lent Is a shoulder lost
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in Poets