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
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
Looking back, I see life unfolds I know I can never go back to when I only think of playing and running around under the rain.
By Paula R2 years ago in Poets
Why everyone describes only women as beautiful? "Men are beautiful too" In their sleepy voices and their messy hairs.
By Ian2 years ago in Poets
Note: I am not sure where this is coming from (writer's block...or is that writers' block? Fatigue? Stress over house-hunting?). I just know that when I have to write things will come out.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
What are five lessons you learned in the last twelve months? Rupi Kaur's Gratitude Writing Prompts First I wanted to say only five?
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
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
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
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
Limits, like boundaries, define our space A framework for growth, a guiding pace They help us focus, and prioritize our time
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
When you need take decisions, But you also have restrictions. You try make the right choice, But be aware that there will always be a price.
By Shambhavee Bhosale2 years ago in Poets
That which we cannot See or touch Clashes for the upper hand Just like concrete Cracking as the earth controls it Should we just accept the pain
By J.M. Powell2 years ago in Poets
