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A Word To My Descendants
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Mahabharata
In ancient lands where valour bloomed, Two clans entwined, their fate consumed. Pandavas, noble, five in kin, Kauravas, fierce, their strife begins.
Allwyn Roman WaghelaPublished 11 days ago in PoetsFrom fighting for my love to fighting with my love
Oh my dear It used to be real But, now you are my only fear I am losing that feel we used to fight for love that would indeed please us
Hair's Embrace: A Lover's Veil
In shadows draped, her hair cascades, A veil that hides the moon's soft gaze, Yet in its depths, a mystery lies, A lover's heart, where passion flies.
Avonlea’s Kindred Treasure
Avonlea’s Kindred Treasure Robin’s red breast Is the tresses of thee And forest eyes Taketh in all it can of ugly me.
Dream beauty
I am awake when I’m still sleeping Dreaming, Imagination She is a daydream that I live alive
Time is a tremendous force.
The clock is ticking. Life goes on. People live their lives. Time isn't your friend. There is nothing you can do to change this.
Gloria PenelopePublished 14 days ago in PoetsYou-9
I’ll never forget You were there for me in my hour of regret Trapped in a cycle of pain Blaming myself for all that had happened
Atomic HistorianPublished 14 days ago in PoetsSoul-2
Cut me and I bleed poetry A soul wandering this realm Having a human experience Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
Atomic HistorianPublished 15 days ago in PoetsI'm Intrigued
What if life was perfect? What if there was no poverty? What if it was easy to become wealthy? What if life didn't have any obstacles?
Gloria PenelopePublished 15 days ago in PoetsShine On
Escaping own's shine to briefly lighten the controlling edges of another, Covertly darkened unexpectedly by one who cruelly chose to dim.
ANITA RACHELLEPublished 16 days ago in PoetsThe zodiac killer
In the hushed corners of San Francisco, where fog clung to the streets like a shroud, the Zodiac Killer prowled. His true identity remained veiled, obscured by cryptic messages and the bloodstains of his victims. But behind the ciphered letters and gruesome deeds, there was a man—a man who breathed, who felt, and who reveled in the macabre dance of life and death.
esther hopePublished 16 days ago in Poets