Oh, open for me, Phalaenopsis, mottled, majestic mouth, that I may Regard your radiant, resilient splintered magenta tongue
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
In the hands of tomorrow To bemoan the existence of what could be, The atrocity of what ifs set its fangs deeper into the present space of serenity.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
There is a beautiful world beyond selfishness and greed Children live in that unique world, Let them live there!
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Poets
A vacant variable; a cloaked void Coat, hat and cane framing empty, blue sky You might be worried, a bit paranoid Relax—do not this power deny
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Which is the real me The one they see Or the one I see when you’re looking at me Distorted images in my mind Having never known what I look like to the world
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Waiting for holiness to be restored For a new temple and a fresh priesthood For renewed life for those lost and adored
In the crucible of hardship’s fire, Strength is forged in trials’ embrace, A spirit tested, rising higher, Emerging with a fierce, unyielding grace.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
In the stillness of the soul's deep night, A flicker of truth begins to glow, A path unfolds, both dark and bright,
In the echoes of forgotten days, Memories drift like autumn leaves, Fading colors, once so bright, Now softened by the hands of time.
Sitting here In silent isolation. Waiting. Longing for your return Expecting a call from you everyday Never more shall I hear your beautiful voice
In the hush of moonlit veils, Hidden lovers leave soft trails. In shadowed corners, hearts collide, Where secrets in the night abide.
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.
