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Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same
The winter sat in me loud and galore, Alas, the summer that once warmed the heart sings in me no more. The beauty of life sets in its amorous swarm,
Hridya SharmaPublished 11 days ago in PoetsThe Show
Welcome to where I write Welcome to what sometimes keeps me up And at others helps me sleep at night Welcome to where people gawk
Atomic HistorianPublished 12 days ago in PoetsRiddle Me This?
I have no voice, yet I roar in the storm. I have no body, yet I carve canyons in form. I have no hands, yet I sculpt mountains so grand.
Everything Eclipses Everything
ebb and flow come and go light and dark ice and fire past and present sadness, happiness everything eclipses everything
Paul StewartPublished 13 days ago in PoetsMy life though!
I am depressed. Anger is consuming my thoughts. Distress about poverty. Pains throughout my body persist.
Gloria PenelopePublished 13 days ago in PoetsLove is a metaphor
Love begins with a metaphor that rules in the contradiction of vows, The one that emphasizes the conditionality one endows
Hridya SharmaPublished 13 days ago in PoetsAge Crisis
I still want to do it. Age is my problem. I'm old. I am 67 years old. But I still want it. To be a man, however.
Gloria PenelopePublished 13 days ago in PoetsHe walked away
We were in love. We were quite happy. He used to pay me a visit. He used to phone me three times each day.
Gloria PenelopePublished 13 days ago in PoetsKeep smiling
You see me every day So I have a lot to say Everyday Happy day Keep smiling like this even afterwards
In the South-West USA
In the morning hours, or in the afternoon, or any time of day, rigid rolling rocks stand like silent sentinels encircling the town.
Antoni NimaPublished 13 days ago in PoetsWilderness-2
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Atomic HistorianPublished 13 days ago in PoetsIn Eclipse
Eternal dance of shadows, weaving Crimson hues on the canvas of the sky, Light surrenders to the darkness, believing In the cyclical embrace of Luna's sigh. Piercing rays of sun, now fleeting, Shrouded by the moon's gentle lie. Everything pauses in this celestial meeting, Ephemeral union under a velvet tie.Silent whispers of cosmic ballet, Mysteries veiled in the cloak of night, Chasing the horizon, a transient display, Luminous spectacle, a fleeting delight. In the heart of darkness, we find our way, Psalm of the heavens, sung in the quiet.Emerging from the tapestry of time, Casting a spell with its celestial script, Light and shadow, in a dance sublime, In this moment, the universe is eclipsed. Pulses of energy, in rhythm they chime, Suspended in awe, as the world is eclipsed.Astral bodies align in perfect symmetry, Casting shadows upon the earthly plane, Overwhelming senses with celestial alchemy, Shifting perspectives, as minds entertain. Endless wonders in this cosmic odyssey, Enraptured souls, never to be the same.Infinite beauty captured in a fleeting glance, Casting spells upon the hearts of men, Lunar lover in a celestial romance, Piercing through the fabric of time, and then, Suspended in awe, we're caught in a trance, Entranced by the dance of Eclipse again.As the shadows dance across the sky, Casting illusions, bending the light, Lingering moments, as time goes by, In the embrace of darkness, we find insight. Pushing boundaries, reaching for the high, Savoring the magic of Eclipse's might.Enigmatic beauty, veiled in mystery, Cloaked in shadows, a cosmic art, Looming large in the tapestry of history, In its shadow, we find a brand-new start. Pulsating energy, a symphony, Enrapturing all, playing its part.In the silent theater of the universe, Casting shadows upon the stage, Leaving behind a celestial verse, In the chronicles of time, an immortal page. Pulsing rhythms in the cosmic hearse, Eternal dance, in every age.Spectacular display of celestial grace, Casting its shadow across the land, Luminous spectacle, a cosmic embrace, In the palm of darkness, we hold its hand. Passing moments, we cannot erase, Eclipse, eternal, forever grand.
Eric anexisPublished 14 days ago in Poets