With gentle hand and heart that seeks to mend, The ISFJ, a soul of quiet grace, Doth weave a world where harmony transcends,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
Pizza rolls between my toes Gushers exploding as I bite the ends Doritos were really neato But not as fun as a pocket full of Cheetos
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I Will Not Forgive You For The Hurt You Caused Me Convenient It's True Those Wounds Will Never Heal X It's In Your Distant Past
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
In the whispers of the night, Where stars adorn the velvet sky so bright, I find solace in the embrace of time, As life's melodies weave a sublime rhythm.
By LASZLO SLEZAK2 years ago in Poets
With heart of gold and gentle, watchful eye, The ISFJ, a friend of loyal grace, Doth weave a tapestry of memory, Where cherished moments find their rightful place.
With heart of gold and mind that dwells on past, The ISFJ with duty's flame doth burn, A loyal soul, in whom traditions last,
We hold true to our convictions as determined through belief. We deny our contradictions as would worry us to grief. . We deliver our devotions
By Tim Grace2 years ago in Poets
With keenest eye the world I do dissect, A craftsman's mind, with logic's hand I wield, Though doubts may linger, whispers I suspect,
Blessed are the makers Especially those that shakedown the takers In a world full of fakers They are the ones that capture the vaper
In love's vast canvas, nature's brush does sweep, Each stroke a whisper, each hue a leap, From dawn's soft blush to twilight's deep,
By Creative Chronicles2 years ago in Poets
I do not tend to hope for much of anything even if I may mention it once in a while. For me, it is a figure of speech or of writing, like OMG, and Zeus willing.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 years ago in Poets
With stoic gaze, the ISTP doth stand, A silent soul, with secrets close at hand. They wield their logic, a most keenest blade,
