In gardens green where sunlight spills, Vegetables dance in morning light. Carrots orange, beneath the ground, Silent, growing without a sound.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
In the realm of words, a chosen few, Speak of dreams and skies of blue. In every heart, they find their place. Few are the stars that light the night,
In the whisper of dawn, a spark ignites, Through shadows of night, it gently breaks, A promise of day that never forsakes.
A time will come when things will not improve When they will be stable, or worsening When descending will be your only move
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Pardon me, for the words unsaid, For the times I faltered, the paths I misled. Stories of moments where I should have been bold.
In the quiet of twilight, where dreams softly blend, We find a place where our hearts can mend. Next to ours, a world gently lies,
In the rhythm of life, a daily chat, From sunrise to dusk, our words take flight, In the dance of conversation, day turns to night.
In a small box, a world so contained, Within its confines, secrets reside, A trinket of love, a letter once penned,
Forest Floor Dreams: A Poetic Exploration of Nature's Understory In the shadow of the towering oaks, where sunlight softly gleams,
By inspirational poems 2 years ago in Poets
In twilight’s hush, where dreams are spun, The golden sun bids day’s farewell. Beneath the sky, where stars have run,
Title: Green Sanctuary: A Poetic Refuge in the Forest In the heart where the wild whispers grow, A haven lies where rivers gently flow.
To be a perpetual spectator Reclining into judgmental boredom As the nervous, bashful sun grows brighter Seems an ugly squandering of freedom
