Ode

"Whispers of Comfort: Ode to My Dear Pillow"
In the quiet of the night, beneath the moon's gentle glow, Lies my dear pillow, where all my emotions flow. It cradles my weary head, with whispers soft and kind,
By Lily💜 2 years ago in Poets
A Dinosaur's Lament
In ancient times, when giants walked the earth, Sauropods sauntered, their footprints heard far and wide. They formerly wandered close to old woodlands, their necks extended to skim the sky.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Poets
King of the Proud
Oh, great and mighty ancient terror of the high seas Untouchable by sword, by spear, even man's harpoon Your nostrils flame, mouth ringed with fearsome teeth
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
The Wolf Of BookStreet
In shadows deep, where stories sleep, on BookStreet's twisting lane, A wolfish grin, a tale within, of Robin Hood's own strain. No gold he craved, no jewels enslaved, his treasure, bound in twine, The whispered lore, the pages pour, of knowledge, ever thine.
By MORFYAS2 years ago in Poets
Caigo's Embrace: A Venetian Dream
A heavy curtain falls from the sky just where Venice's waters hurt in the middle. Caigo follows each meandering path in silence,
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Poets
Eye in the Sky
They call me Pterodactyl. If you take a close glance up high you’ll see me, the dino eye in the sky. I came from the background of Pterosaurs and you can bet your last fossil I could tell a saur a tale of sores that would make you say tell me more.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
In the aftermath
In the aftermath Grimacing through the glimpses of her past self, She passed by her pictures on the old shelf Laughing through her eyes that endowed merriment,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Unreality
I exist in a universe you cannot comprehend A world with no beginning or end An unplanned existence Full of survival and resistance
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Pencil
Extent —Maybe— of hand and soul Ebony mage that wages the Sun Or silently traces the Moon.
By Matt B.2 years ago in Poets
A Poem to Zorya Polunochnaya
borne at the bottom of a well every breath is progress. hide from the sun and burrow your face into cold bones and sewer
By Carl Ballard Swanson2 years ago in Poets
Sai Baba. AI-Generated.
In Shirdi’s land, where whispers sing, A saintly figure walked unseen, In humble robes of white and grace, He blessed the hearts in every place.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
Be the love you so actively seek
The horizon awaits the embellishment of its blending hues, To be dazzled in its beauties, to be unafraid of the unknown mighty blue.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets