Extent —Maybe— of hand and soul Ebony mage that wages the Sun Or silently traces the Moon.
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets
borne at the bottom of a well every breath is progress. hide from the sun and burrow your face into cold bones and sewer
By Carl Ballard Swanson2 years ago in Poets
In Shirdi’s land, where whispers sing, A saintly figure walked unseen, In humble robes of white and grace, He blessed the hearts in every place.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
The horizon awaits the embellishment of its blending hues, To be dazzled in its beauties, to be unafraid of the unknown mighty blue.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Wrapped in warmth, a gentle embrace, A sweet surprise, a sugared grace. The Doubletree cookie, golden hue, Brings moments of joy, both old and new.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Poets
Pambatti Siddhar is one among the elite 18 Siddha’s, who lived in the recent past in the Western ghat’s extension of Marudhamali hills which falls in the Coimbatore region of Tamil Nadu.
By Angel Sri2 years ago in Poets
when I was four, I knew you for the first time I could see you so clearly the Stegosaurus your name was among the first I ever knew
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
The view astounds As the word bounds from the top to the ground I find what was said to not be found My soul resonates sound
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Lament of the Last Dinosaur In a time before time, when the earth was still young, Where mountains were whispered and rivers were sung,
By Denelsia Walker2 years ago in Poets
In the deep, dim past where time roamed free, Where secrets ancient whisper in glee, Stood beasts of might, from land to sea,
In the halls of justice, where shadows dwell, Lies a system flawed, with tales to tell. Where scales once balanced now tilt askew,
As the Tuscan sun warmly embraces the earth, Amid verdant vineyards and graceful landscapes. In the paths taken by long-gone urban centers,
