Holiday

Paranormal School
My friends and I became interested in paranormal investigations a few years ago, though we are by no means professionals. We simply enjoy the thrill of exploring allegedly haunted locations together whenever we're able.
By spooky session2 years ago in Poets
The Entertainment
You look down your nose at me in disdain Because to you I’m just here to entertain I give you a fake name and a smile
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Meditation
Meditation is not sitting in a quiet room It is when you stop telling other people the words that you need to hear Its when you stop looking out the window
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Night out with the guys
About a year ago, I organized a night out with four friends. We met at my house in Australia and walked 5km to dinner as the evening cooled. Our route went through middle-class neighborhoods with little crime before entering a poorly maintained bush shortcut. The 1.5km path sat between hills in an old, dried-out creek bed with a fun, steep dip I biked down as a kid when the path was better maintained.
By spooky session2 years ago in Poets
In my eyes I carry my father’s rage and my mother’s sorrow
Khamoshi ki aahat me sukoon ki talaash hai, Kuch lamho ke saaye me apne gam bhulane na jane kyu aas hai, Duniya ke dastoor ka kuch alag hi hisaab hai,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Eclipse
Entwined in the eerie twilight Cold coming in as it begins Light’s shadow begins to sink in In it, we stare up in the wonder of midday’s night
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Why Should I Show My Body To You?. Content Warning.
A woman's love, conceived with grace, exists in the region where hearts weave. She caresses souls with calm ease, her sensitive touch like a soft breeze.
By Praveen Pk2 years ago in Poets
Encounter a poet outside his poems
The duality of existence encapsulates the brevity of strife, Often called a dreamer, I envisioned what horizons that strayed afar looked like.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Life-2
Life is precious Life is short Write your story We’ve all been knocked off of our emotional bicycles But we will find our way back on in our own time
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Your Name On My Heart
Ask me in December when the year is nearly done As we gather near together celebrating Christ, the son Mother, sister, father, brother
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Holiday In Dubai
In Dubai's heart, a desert dream, Where sand meets sky in sunlit stream. Steel monsters penetrate the sky blue tone, A reflected dance, a city new.
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets
Garden of Grace
In the garden of life, where all tales begin, There blooms a flower amidst the din. Her petals soft, her leaves embrace,
By GiftsFlash.com2 years ago in Poets