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As the night falls and the moon rises high, I sit by the window, lost in thought, wondering why My heart aches and my soul sighs, As I try to make sense of the mysteries of life.
By Exerteza_writes3 years ago in Poets
Lo! In this world of woe and strife, We oft do long for fleeting life. For when the day doth bring its cares, And toils weigh heavy on our shoulders, We seek some solace in the air, A moment's respite from life's boulders.
As our lips met for the first time, I felt a spark ignite within me. A flame of desire and longing, That only you could set free.
By Mr. Jerry 3 years ago in Poets
As the sun sets on the horizon, I can't help but feel a sense of excitement. For I know that this evening, We'll have a night filled with romance and delight.
New Year Resolutions, oh how grand A time for change, a fresh new plan But let's be real, they don't always stick We make them with the best of intentions, but end up feeling sick
The ocean’s eyes twinkled like shiny sapphire Wooden unpainted crates stretched like a maze Unwillingly walking across the crates floating
By Cadma3 years ago in Poets
Hesitate and drown: The void calls incessantly Words I don't intend to hear Crawling; opal spiders in my ears Weave their pearl webs on my mind
By Ryan Welch3 years ago in Poets
Love, oh love, a force so strong It can lift us up or bring us down It can fill our hearts with joy or fear It can bring us happiness or a tear
By Ibrahim Sani M3 years ago in Poets
A Pondering Today, I ponder my time here, Like a man sitting on the bench, things aren’t clear. I look into my world, its experiences, the circle of friends,
By Dan R Fowler3 years ago in Poets
Family history is addictive and the need to do one more search, check one more database, or one more newspaper is compelling. Going back into that dim past to follow the footprints the ancestors left behind is like walking through a fog but we family historians do it joyfully. The further back we go the more challenging and exciting it can get.
By Tracey3 years ago in Poets
Nightshade wilting on a shadowed sill, A lady glooms out at the night, While darkness ebbs in rhythmic tides Against the stark white house.
By Veronica Coldiron3 years ago in Poets
SET TO MUSIC AT BOTTOM... Hear the echo of the distant bell. Enchanting songs shrink and swell,
