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Practice Death
A century later you and I would be late Yet for the world that doesn't matter Struggling the fate Death stops all your pain
Loving you is my favorite thing to do
“To be, or not to be?” that is the question, a fairytale is not working overtime, in order to acquire it, which is
Natasha CollazoPublished 3 months ago in PoetsFrozen
I feel frozen in this moment Time has stopped and nothing moves I'm trapped in a crystal of ice That reflects the light but blocks the warmth
Sandeep KumarPublished 3 months ago in PoetsSuccedere
Burden of giants our mothers inherit Borne without question or mention of merit Bequeathed unto to those To whom life they transposed
A symphony of Horror
A symphony of Horror, Bare naked in my coffin. Covid infected the taste of my brekfast. * Dear Diáry, Evry ting smells like pleather,
Natasha CollazoPublished 3 months ago in Poets𝕬 𝕿ête-à-𝕿ête 𝖂ith 𝕹ature !
𝕬midst those valleys of windflowers umpteen and, 𝕭etween those boudoirs of bucolic scenes 𝕮almly lain is my “La Grange" serene 𝕯ressed so green ; all decked to be redeemed …it’s there…where… 𝕰xquisite in splendors casts surreptitiousness supreme 𝕱or in that silence, I read of that, which is unforeseen 𝕲oing as far and as it c'd be totally weened… 𝕳eavenly—unto which, such sacredness convenes, and where… 𝕴n faintest whispers cedars sing… 𝕵ust on course, a tender tendril comes swishing in; 𝕶issing humming hopes over those enchanted rings 𝕷ying here and there, are trails of celestial screens 𝕸arvelous as beyond , nobody’s seen… 𝕹ot as far over those seas of bluebonnets terrine, 𝕺, Originating from plummets in tides of deep-blues over sea- greens, and 𝕻ristine is peace lingering over those regaling themes… 𝕼uintessential it is to any reapers’ glean, 𝕽idden in faint fragrances, there’s a charm in each dwelling, 𝕾liding with the winds, raptured over swaying strings, ‘𝕿was on point, beholding magical themes —from this land to that turf of glistening gleams, 𝖀shering graces lain across in early spring 𝖁enturing further on, 𝖂ith primroses and horsemints lain across every scene, 𝖃-traordinary, 𝖄et, as yonder’s, 𝖅enith, O! so pristine!
Madhu GotetiPublished 3 months ago in PoetsTime
Time, a cardinal piece of life, she wrapped herself in, To escape the realities of what could have been. A sombre death maybe, a numb filled one, she ought to herself,
Princess Of Whales
There appears to be a modicum of uncertainty intertwined with your query. Presently, there exists no widely acknowledged designation akin to "Princess of Whale." However, if the nexus of your curiosity was to glean insights into the Princess of Wales, permit me to proffer a fascinating nugget about one of the most illustrious Princesses of Wales, Princess Diana.
Scott LewisPublished 3 months ago in PoetsPatriotic Panorama
In the ethereal tapestry of America's landscapes lies an enigmatic beauty, waiting to be unraveled. "Unveiling America's Beauty" echoes the poetic odyssey, where harmonious horizons, ephemeral echoes, and lyrical landscapes converge. Whispers of freedom resonate through stanzas, crafting a sonneted symphony that mirrors the grandeur and spirit of the USA. As the eagle's quill delicately composes verses, each line maps the vastness of America's beauty, akin to a verse vista illuminating the nation. This long description embarks on an exploration of the unknown facets, evoking awe in stanzas and serenading the homeland with a patriotic panorama. Through sonnets of the shores, it delicately captures the fleeting echoes, revealing a splendor that remains timeless and yet to be fully discovered.
Scott LewisPublished 3 months ago in PoetsContradictions Poem
You say that you love rain, but you open your umbrella when it rains. You say that you love the sun, but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines. You say that you love the wind, but you close your windows when wind blows.
THE EARTH!!
Under the bright hues of the rainbow, is a whisper of joy, a sign of joy. A silvery trance with dancing moonlight, For the whimsical romance of the night.
Intimacy
What kind of intimacy do you seek Physical intimacy seems easier to find than any other kind But it’s more important to find intimacy of the mind
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in Poets