In the silent darkness of the night Rain falls gently, softly kissing the earth Each drop sings a melody Accompanying the night with an eternal rhythm
By Radiant Roots2 years ago in Poets
A person is a quiet storm, A melody of dusk and dawn, With eyes like windows, deeply warm, And dreams where hopes are softly drawn.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
In dreams of dawn and morning’s light, I weave my hopes for days yet bright, A future where our hearts align,
Eyes unblinking. Staring at a world filmed in gossamer. Soundless, countless feet. Hours and days. Constant spinning. Spinning tales of home.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Poets
In moments still, where silence grows, A faith in God begins to glow. In every heart where fears reside,
In each sunrise, a canvas bare, New moments bloom in morning’s air. With every step and breath anew, Life unfolds in shades and hues.
Where are you? I ask myself this question As I pack up my merchandise And close the shop. As I walk across the night,
By Edward Banele Thela2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet hush of dawn's embrace, Where shadows dance with fleeting grace, Let memories linger, soft and bright,
Tears that fall in twilight’s hue, Are shifting dreams, both old and new, They blend with shadows, soft and deep,
Hello old friend We meet again It’s been a long while You used to wander after me Up and down the aisle Through fields of green grass
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
“I can’t love him” She said as the fairy danced around her head “Why not?” The fairy asked “Because the mold is cast. He is promised to another.”
In twilight’s hush, the world grows still, Soft whispers drift on the evening chill. Stars ignite and the velvet sky,
