From shattered dreams and broken days, Emerges strength in newfound ways. Through trials faced and shadows cast,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
Beware the indiscriminate father For he could well mistake you for his child And, while insisting that it is no bother
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Underneath a canopy of stars, where whispers of the night do roam, In twilight’s tender grasp, we find a realm of dreams, a mystic tome.
My grandfather was an image hunter Polaroids, home movies, mischievous snaps; His silken, ninja quickness made us chunter
I used to marinate myself in emotion Now I sit here numb It’s not that bad really Just strange Feels like all has drained from my brain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A pounding drum in a shadowed maze, A headache’s grip, a darkened haze. A relentless force, a mind deform. Sharp and dull, a blinding light.
In the quiet hush of dawn's first light, Lies a sacred gift, pure and bright. Forgiveness, a blessing soft and kind,
In gardens green where sunlight spills, Vegetables dance in morning light. Carrots orange, beneath the ground, Silent, growing without a sound.
In the realm of words, a chosen few, Speak of dreams and skies of blue. In every heart, they find their place. Few are the stars that light the night,
In the whisper of dawn, a spark ignites, Through shadows of night, it gently breaks, A promise of day that never forsakes.
A time will come when things will not improve When they will be stable, or worsening When descending will be your only move
Pardon me, for the words unsaid, For the times I faltered, the paths I misled. Stories of moments where I should have been bold.
