Sitting here In silent isolation. Waiting. Longing for your return Expecting a call from you everyday Never more shall I hear your beautiful voice
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
In the quest for the ebb and flow, In the hammered wheels of agility and the art of being slow. The due course of nature strides in its crafty demeanour,
This hauntingly daunting feeling The unreality of watching my dreams unfold before my eyes Watching them rip off their disguise
The obliteration of alliteration Waiting for liberation Through visitation Living in stagnation The harsh realities of our society
Here is the revised poem with two additional lines: Unfettered Soul My heart beats fast, my spirit soars I spread my wings, and leave the shores
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
The Fog of War We stand on ceremonies to sleep through the night Sable skies alight With fireworks in flight.
By Chris Z2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet spaces where shadows play, Truths are hidden, seldom seen, In the subtle dance of the light and gray,
**Dreamcatcher’s Song** In the quiet of night, when the world is still, Dreams take flight over moonlit hill. They whisper softly in the midnight air, Weaving through stars, dancing without a care.
By Juliusly 2 years ago in Poets
Fold, Paper creases, Wings take shape and flutter, Silent art in delicate folds, Fly.
By Amanda Alexander2 years ago in Poets
In the humdrum of ordinary days, We weave our lives in subtle ways, Chasing dreams that softly fade, In mundane moments, plans are laid.
Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb
