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Madhu GotetiPublished 4 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 4 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 4 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 itās more important to find intimacy of the mind
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsDelayed Dream
What happens to a dream delayed? Does it wither away in the shadows Like a flower denied the sun's warm gaze? Or does it linger, a whisper in the corridors of time
Jack the Ripper
Amidst the alleys, dark and dreary, Baffled bobbies, start appealing. Clad in shadows the killer is near, Dastardly deeds, Jack they fear
Sam H ArnoldPublished 4 months ago in Poets- Top Story - January 2024
Metamorphosis
15 February, 2022, past midnight. Metamorphosis Conceal. Donāt show. Donāt let them in, To your world of pain. *** Conceal.
Material Girl
Material girl So caught up in the world Your life and outlook make me hurl Self-indulgent Caring for no one else Just a little material girl
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsNo One
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Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in Poets