In the garden of endless light, Where every dawn is pure delight, Everyone is happy, spirits bright, Dancing through the day and night.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
Let’s be helpful, hand in hand, Building dreams and making plans, To lift each other across the land. In a world where kindness flows,
In the quiet of the morning light, Gratitude dances, pure and bright, For every moment, every sight, And every heart that feels just right.
In the quiet of dusk, when colors turn gray, The memories linger, though they’ve faded away. Echoes of laughter, once vivid and bright,
In the heart of a realm where dreams softly rise, Stands a castle beneath ever-watchful skies. Its towers reach high, where the eagles dare soar,
In the delicate dance of carefully arranged words, A symphony of meaning through silence is heard. Lines interweave like threads in a grand design,
In the quiet of dawn, a stream gently flows, Winding through meadows where wildflower grows. It whispers soft secrets to the stones in its bed,
Diamonds glisten in the moonlight’s tender embrace, Each facet a story, each sparkle a trace. Forged in the depths where ancient fires blaze,
On the iron rails where the echoes play, The railroad winds through night and day. It stretches forth, a path both bold and wide,
The smile is a beacon in a world so vast, A glimmer of warmth, a light that’s steadfast. It bridges the distance between hearts so wide,
I just wish it were different... I set near the hallow streets And I creaked around the dark corners, Mingling with dark souls
By Edward Banele Thela2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Invisible: A Poem of Silent Echoes In the corners of bustling streets, She glides, unseen, a whisper Among the shouts of hurried feet,
By inspirational poems 2 years ago in Poets
