It wasn’t easy. It wasn't pretty. It wasn’t fun. I was deemed as a villain to some. I was written off as crazy to others. I was miscounted, mistaken, and misunderstood by most.
By Princess Leah2 years ago in Poets
It is imperative To remember Suffering is not comparative A loss is a loss No matter how much or little the cost may seem to you
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
What would life be like if someone got to know us The real us The one inside The one we always hide The child that never grew up
With a coat dappled brown, like a patchwork quilt, The pony stands waiting, with a spirit so built For adventures untold, in a child's playful mind,
By mahmoud elsaad2 years ago in Poets
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
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,
Momentarily present the significance of equilibrium throughout everyday life, including efficiency, self-improvement, connections, and satisfaction.
By md asif2 years ago in Poets
Mistook for a hero what was just another douchebag Mistook for a cape what was just a big red flag Head in the clouds, so far out
By Raine Fielder2 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.
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.
The sands whisper tales of a ship of the dunes, A beast with a soul carved by merciless moons. The camel, he walks, with a slow, steady stride,
