EPITAPH OF CARBON 5-13-2024 I am come upon the prism of time The end of all it would seem.. My body has hit the invisible barrier,
By Victor Mendez2 years ago in Poets
My commander lies on a bed of roses, His pulse denied, his body turned to ashes, An eulogy I have prepared, but engulfed by sadness,
By Ricky Lahiri2 years ago in Poets
In chambers of your heart, a whisper starts to rise, A vision, faint and flickering, yet bright behind your eyes. It beckons, calls you onward, a melody unknown,
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
In the depths of her soul, a silent storm brews, A woman cloaked in disappointment's hues. Yet, her lips stay sealed, her voice unheard,
By Mia Dwi Arifiyanti2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of the ancient forest, where the shadows whispered secrets and the pines murmured tales of old, lay the enigmatic Whispering Pines—a realm of mystery and darkness shrouded in the embrace of nature. Its tangled undergrowth and looming trees bore witness to centuries of forgotten whispers and unseen forces that danced among the shadows.
By Dannie2 years ago in Poets
When I look into your blue eyes Losing myself in them Your eyes sparkling and reflecting light The light of both happiness and pain.
[Intro] Ow! [Verse 1] June Cleaver is neither loose nor tight June Cleaver is on in black and white [Pre-Chorus 1]
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Poets
Love, they say, never dies Even near the end, when all must die And with our souls love shall reach the heavenly sky In the grip of passion, time flies.
Golden brown hair Crowned with gold Daughter of a human king Until she was sixteen years old And taken from the world of mortals
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Can't you see them? The cracks all over my body Can you not hear it? The sadness that leaks from my voice Is love really that blind?
By Angel Blade2 years ago in Poets
Champagne glasses clink and cheers erupt, celebrating her win. Surrounded by smiling faces, she feels the same pride bursting in her chest. Tonight, under the warm glow of success, she raises the trophy high for celebration.
By Mika Oka2 years ago in Poets
Who am I to stand in the way of romance? A mother, a wife, a goddess with power The shrew who couldn’t take being replaced
By Robyn Little2 years ago in Poets
