From this seat, a small window frames the street; a door swings on its hinges. Who’s to know what the welcome brings. .
By Tim Graceabout a year ago in Poets
Entwined in love my corded belly sways, in liquid fields from breath filled shores above. Where muffled voices mumble of past days,
By Simon Aylwardabout a year ago in Poets
The morning’s chill, a sharp embrace, The journey calls—pick up your pace. Success is carved by sweat and fire, By hands that toil and hearts with desire.
By Jebaraj Jacob about a year ago in Poets
Morning whispers a call to be strong, Reminding your heart where dreams belong. The winds of doubt may howl and sway, But within you burns a brighter day.
The sun awakens, the sky aglow, A canvas of dreams where hopes can grow. With every sunrise, a brand-new chance, To lead your life in a brighter dance.
Lost in a sea of wet words, I’m drowning in a deluge of mass stupidity; a tsunami that peaks with the crowning of a clown - the king of absurdity.
The light you carry shines so bright, A quiet force against the night. It flickers strong through trials vast, A flame that endures, a light to last.
Dance with joy in morning’s grace, Feel life’s rhythm and its pace. This moment’s song is pure, alive, A melody where hearts can thrive.
Through winds that tear and skies that cry, A spirit rises, learning to fly. The storms may beat against your wings,
A smile that grows like morning sun, Begins a journey just begun. In hearts that nurture joy with care, A garden blooms beyond despair.
When shadows fall and silence grows, And doubt begins its creeping prose, Remember deep within your chest, A fire stirs that never rests.
Joy gets me higher than any drug Makes me shine brighter than the sun Sharing joy is very fun Joy feels like a warm hug It got me smiling
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
