Life is like a river You just have to go with it In my mind You are the closet thing there is to flawless No one affects me
By Angel Blade2 years ago in Poets
If I stayed I would’ve been Letting myself get Autopsied alive ❀ If I left I would’ve Become a carcass Rotting with guilt
By Poppy 2 years ago in Poets
With a coat like spun moonlight, a creature of grace, The white horse he stands, a legend in this space. His muscles ripple beneath a pearlescent sheen,
By mahmoud elsaad2 years ago in Poets
With a coat like moonlight, a sleek, sculpted form, The Arabian stallion weathers the desert's storm. His head held high, with nostrils that flare,
Momentarily present the significance of equilibrium throughout everyday life, including efficiency, self-improvement, connections, and satisfaction.
By md asif2 years ago in Poets
A haven of comfort, a slumbering friend, My loyal companion, where worries suspend. You, my dear bed, with arms open wide,
By Buzu2 years ago in Poets
I screamed and and I cried and I fought with the sky, Begging and pleading up At the insurmountable gray. But the thing is,
By Siobhan McSweeney2 years ago in Poets
“I don’t know what I would do without you,” turns to “I don’t know what to do with you,” turns to “I don’t know,”
By Sam Eliza Green2 years ago in Poets
With muscles like thunder, and coat black as night, The warhorse he stands, a fearsome sight. His armor of plate, a shield from the fray,
The Courser's Heart: A Ballad of Loyalty No coat of spun gold, nor thunderous stride, This courser's a friend, by his master's side.
With eyes like embers in the sun's embrace, The camel strides, a king of this hot space. His coat, a canvas tanned by desert winds,
Beneath a sky of searing blue, He stands, a sentinel, strong and true. The camel, weathered, wise, and old, A tale of the desert, yet to be told.
