It is imperative To remember Suffering is not comparative A loss is a loss No matter how much or little the cost may seem to you
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
What would life be like if someone got to know us The real us The one inside The one we always hide The child that never grew up
I often lose myself wandering in the long-lost hues of the sky, I often wander in the dreams of what beyond eternity lies.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
With a coat dappled brown, like a patchwork quilt, The pony stands waiting, with a spirit so built For adventures untold, in a child's playful mind,
By mahmoud elsaad2 years ago in Poets
Love is lovely. Have no fear of showing love. Tango is made of two. Getting smiles and gifts melts my heart. Ooh...! my goodness.
By Leonah M2 years ago in Poets
In the shadows where despair resides, A weary heart with heavy tides, Depression's grip, a relentless storm, But deep within, a flicker, warm.
By Ljubica Miletić2 years ago in Poets
With a coat like spun moonlight, a creature of grace, The white horse he stands, a legend in this space. His muscles ripple beneath a pearlescent sheen,
Momentarily present the significance of equilibrium throughout everyday life, including efficiency, self-improvement, connections, and satisfaction.
By md asif2 years ago in Poets
In half lotus, he sat on the land, Holding the sitar in his hands, Tunes it as the wires bend, In a world of notes, he gets blend.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
With muscles like thunder, and coat black as night, The warhorse he stands, a fearsome sight. His armor of plate, a shield from the fray,
The Courser's Heart: A Ballad of Loyalty No coat of spun gold, nor thunderous stride, This courser's a friend, by his master's side.
With nostrils flared wide, and a coat like spun gold, The stallion he stands, a story untold. Muscles ripple beneath a coat of fire,
