Every raindrop is a prelude to another, and every thought of you, will only have brought to me, another. One picture of you will only paint one more,
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
Verdant green, the trees with thick leaves on summer days fade into crisp evenings, longer every night, inevitably colder, darker
By Altum Veritasabout a year ago in Poets
Streets of Bangladesh: A Tapestry of Life In Bangladesh, where the streets hum low, A vibrant dance of life begins to flow,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
In a dim-lit room where shadows creep, A mirror hangs, secrets it keeps, Its glass reflects a world unknown, A portal to realms where spirits rove.
You invited me Promised it was a party No sausage here please This is for Matthew Fromm's Bad Movie Review Challenge thing:
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
In the kitchen, fresh and bright, Colours dance, a joyful sight. Veggies crisp, and fruits so sweet, With every bite, my heart's upbeat.
I don't tarot In the busy streets of Bangkok, I walk past the old uncles and aunties who read cards, faces and tell fortunes.
By Huwaida Ishaaqabout a year ago in Poets
I can't seem to get from underneath, this constant pouring rain, downstream from hope, my heart, or what used to be
Happiness has its own substance, essence captive in small glasses, ordained by calendars, aroused in time loops; Conjunctively we form potion of uniVerse
By Stefanie Stancuabout a year ago in Poets
Once with shine and splendor galore Once with fame and furlong the core Twice more with beauty and power, it is Three more it goes to devour it's kids
By J. K. Andersonabout a year ago in Poets
I like try to be nice on here, like and commenting. Following, but in return I get nothing back, that sad suppose everyone is out tor them and there own work
Deep within, beneath the clamor of the day, lies the quiet voice of consciousness, a whispering guide through the tangled fray,
By Rajesh Dhiman (Rajesh)about a year ago in Poets
