Meditation is not sitting in a quiet room It is when you stop telling other people the words that you need to hear Its when you stop looking out the window
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of ancient forests, where shadows dance, Lives a deity—a monkey god, fierce and entrancing. His name echoes through time, a hymn of devotion, Hanuman, the embodiment of unwavering emotion.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
Khamoshi ki aahat me sukoon ki talaash hai, Kuch lamho ke saaye me apne gam bhulane na jane kyu aas hai, Duniya ke dastoor ka kuch alag hi hisaab hai,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
In shadows deep, where once was light, A world adrift in endless night. Peace, a whisper, now silenced, gone, Lost amid the cries of dawn.
By Cilian Murphy2 years ago in Poets
Entwined in the eerie twilight Cold coming in as it begins Light’s shadow begins to sink in In it, we stare up in the wonder of midday’s night
The duality of existence encapsulates the brevity of strife, Often called a dreamer, I envisioned what horizons that strayed afar looked like.
Life is precious Life is short Write your story We’ve all been knocked off of our emotional bicycles But we will find our way back on in our own time
You, dear, are my constant For me, it all starts and ends with you A deep, hindering unease in my chest A steady, stable fear
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
Electromagnetic emission encircles Corona-clad cool, charcoal-colored core- Limited low-level looks at lightlessness lead to legends, lesser lore.
By Penny Fuller2 years ago in Poets
Even in the middle of the day I have Come to bring dark. It is a must you Love my evening dusk. On occasion I come to bring shade and as I bring it a
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Everyday I see you, even when you can't be there Can't get my head around never seeing your face Lights in your eyes, hearing your contagious laugh
By Tina Rose2 years ago in Poets
I long to fly For my words to take to the sky For all to see and breathe But my dream is hard to believe Unrecognized work has me thinking my ego has me deceived
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
