I find myself on the same road that I left behind, I thought I left behind is it a circle, the circle of life we must die to be reborn
By The Madman2 years ago in Poets
Some will mutter that you are not too bright Most citizens of imagination Are odd in public, but in dreams delight Prone are they to grim self-flagellation
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet corners where whispers fade, Secrets nestle, in shadows they're made. They linger in echoes of forgotten tales,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for May 2024 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet hush of a morning dew-kissed, Pause with me, under the canopy of sky, Where whispers of clouds float gently by.
Where shadows whisper secrets I'm inclined to keep. Away from bustling crowds and voices loud, I carve my haven, far from the madding crowd.
Beneath the oak's embracing shade, A weathered box, secrets laid. Paper whispers, ink-stained sighs, Echoes of hearts and distant skies.
Careful steps on fragile ground, Where whispers of caution are the only sound. Each move measured, each breath slow, In the delicate dance of letting go.
The stake of existence in its tale binds the beauty of the true, The theft of commodification of invaded privacy hid the Bane of silence under its sinew
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Some grim foes seem colossal, gigantic We dwindle into insignificance Faced with them, few can remain romantic Against such monsters, hope has little chance
In lands where whispers weave their tales, Through forests deep and mountains tall, Echoes of ancient voices call. A hero's journey, bold and true,
In the quiet passage of hours, whispers unfold, Moments fleeting, a tapestry of stories retold. Each tick of the clock, a heartbeat's gentle sway,
