Blackout

The Veiled Mysteries of the Vatican. Content Warning.
In the heart of Rome, where shadows lie, A city within a city sighs. Its walls, they whisper secrets old, Of mysteries hidden, stories untold.
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets
Angel of the Deep
Angel of the Deep Hidden in plain sight Shifting sands and waves Draw in the fools and the brave in equal measure A creature of beauty and grace
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Burning Fire
In the heart of night, where shadows dance, A spark ignites in a whispered trance. Its birth is humble, a tender gleam, A flicker of hope in a formless dream.
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets
The journey of a pet who finds their way back home against all odds
In the heart of a bustling city, amidst the noise and chaos, lived a little brown dog named Charlie. He was not just any ordinary pup; he was the beloved companion of a young girl named Lily. Together, they shared an unbreakable bond that transcended words. But fate had a cruel twist in store for them one fateful day.
By Labu Hossain2 years ago in Poets
the law of the land
few full bellies gorge most beg at their feet to then share the dirty crumbs
By Luiza Araujo2 years ago in Poets
A Dream Come True
Yesterday I had a dream come true Yes! It is true I was a strange child Disneyland was never in my plans I had a brain filled with full octane
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Intimate
All I want is to be intimate with you To know all your thoughts and feelings To know the real you To see your scars And remind you of how beautiful you are
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode.
The vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode. Abundance in its beauty, the truth of innocence it holds, Nativetey oozing in every breath of its ounce, the beauty of childhood beholds.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Lost Sense of Wonder; And Connection
when did we lose grip of our sense of wonder in the world? was it when the signals to our modems and routers increased, when the pixels and bytes in our stations of play and communication increased?
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
The Lament of the Forgotten Forest
The Lament of the Forgotten Forest Canto I: The Arrival In days of yore when time was young, A forest stood where legends sprung,
By Easy Win2 years ago in Poets
The Unreality
I exist in a universe you cannot comprehend A world with no beginning or end An unplanned existence Full of survival and resistance
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Be the love you so actively seek
The horizon awaits the embellishment of its blending hues, To be dazzled in its beauties, to be unafraid of the unknown mighty blue.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets