Eyes unblinking. Staring at a world filmed in gossamer. Soundless, countless feet. Hours and days. Constant spinning. Spinning tales of home.
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Poets
In a world where whispers gently gleam, Lives purity like a tranquil dream. The air is crisp, the waters clear,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
In life’s vast journey, slow and steep, We move forward, step by step. Each footfall marks a path anew, A rhythm born of dreams pursued.
In echoes of a past once dear, Where love's soft whispers reappear, In memories where joy aligned. With every touch, and every sigh,
In the dance of dawn to night, People shift from dark to light, Hearts evolve and faces change, We grow through joy and shifting tears,
In the quiet hush of night’s embrace, Our dreams take flight, a boundless space, Where hopes and fears intertwine,
Hello old friend We meet again It’s been a long while You used to wander after me Up and down the aisle Through fields of green grass
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
“I can’t love him” She said as the fairy danced around her head “Why not?” The fairy asked “Because the mold is cast. He is promised to another.”
In depths where light and shadow merge, Beneath the waves where secrets surge, They dance with currents, weave through reefs,
In shadows where the doubts take flight, We stand alone, our truths to face, In the quiet, we find our place. The mirror shows a stranger's gaze,
The sun has sunk beneath the crest, The final dusk, a fleeting test, And in the dark, where echoes fade, We realize the choices made.
In realms where golden sunsets blaze, And victory’s light casts grand displays, The echoes of our deeds resound,
