Soft whispers, Silent silhouettes, Sublime sky sequined with stars, Wand’ring waves from the sonorous sea, Swaying cattails ‘midst the dunes, Ah! Memories moor Once again… Moonlit melodies Resound with fond…
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Poetry
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During the early hours of eventide, in the season of winter, The last leaf that was tethered to a bough in vain did wither, My wizened face having witnessed all…
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Deep within the cobbled alleyways of my mind, Past memories lurk and pulsate in ways unkind, Layer by layer accumulating dust, They crumble and gnaw causing my mind to rust,…
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Pennies, dimes and cents so many, Though tarnished they gleam with wishes plenty, Tossed by the young and old after a prayer, A secret whisper from the heart sincere. …
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Piled up are the plates, stained with dried up sauces, The edges and crumbs of the savored bread are scattered hither-thither, Tarnished are the glasses with finger prints and…
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Theme : Those who try never fail Mustering courage march ahead, Garnering experiences along the paths you tread, Despite changing tides in your voyage, March ahead mustering…
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Conversation between Elizabeth Barrett Browning and Pablo Neruda taking inspiration from the poems “ How do I love thee? “ and “ I do not love you…” Sonnet 16.…
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Will everything fade when my breaths cease? Will my ashes scatter with the breeze? Mirthful moments lived, memories made… When my breaths cease will everything fade? Will my journey…
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In your calm eyes hazel brown, Mon amour! I wished to drown. You dwell in the firmament high, An outcast I am, I can’t fly. No…
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“ The withered roses are an eyesore, cobwebs adorn the dusty vase,” his eyes darted eloquently with a hundred ‘whys’. “ Look at our photo frame shattered atop the…