When Hope Turns to Tears Hope glimmers softly in the night, A fragile flame, a beacon bright. But winds can howl and skies can break,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
Our Country Needs a miracle 😭💦 In shadows cast by history’s hand, A nation weeps for dreams once grand. Once bustling streets adorned with cheer,
Silence that creeps in the hind of sights, The beauty of the admiring glance that dances through the gleaming eyes,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Link to the challenge: Kind of a cheat with this one, but here goes... Re-visible: adj. A situation that you can not only revisit, but also change for the better.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
At The Fun Fair The funfair lights are shining bright, A whirl of colors in the night. The smell of candy, sweet and warm,
Lost in the Snowstorm Whispers of white devour the earth, soft and fierce all at once, a thousand tiny knives carving cold into my skin.
The Wise Owl The wise owl sits and sees, Forest whispers in the breeze. With every night, a new tale spun, Guiding all until the dawn has come.
The Seven-Year Itch Seven years, the time creeps near, A shadow whispers, “What’s left here?” Comfort’s warmth becomes routine,
Congratulations to Danny, King of the Jungle 2024 🏆❤️ Danny reigns, the jungle’s might, A royal heart, bold and bright. With courage fierce and spirit strong,
The Witches’ Christmas Tree 🐈⬛ No pine, no needles, no tinsel bright, Just shadows dancing in the moonlight. A living tree of velvet black,
Then and Now Then In the days of less, when pockets were bare, People gave freely, love was the fare. A loaf of bread, a patch to mend,
When Humans and AI Love What if the future came, With hearts not flesh, but flame? Could metal learn to feel? Could circuits dream, be real?
