To everyone who feels alone around holidaysYou Are Not Alone When winterâs chill is in the air, And festive lights glow everywhere, Itâs easy to feel lost, unseen, Amid the worldâs bright, bustling scene. The laughter rings, the carols play, But your heart feels a world away. A silent ache,... See More »
A Poetry game. One theme, 2 styles1. The Warmth of a Woman's Hug In her arms, the world stands still, A quiet calm, a gentle thrill. The warmth of her touch, so tender, so sweet, A solace found where our hearts meet. To snuggle close, to be held in her arms, Her presence soothing,... See More »
Where art thou, sun?You are there, here, everywhere let's do this together, and folks we will scare. Runaway to another train where we are popular and main. But that place is not good where you don't know character, like you should. Make what is better the best or... See More »
The Middle-aged WomanShe strides through life, her head held high, A twinkle of wisdom in her eye. Wrinkles? Oh, those arenât flaws, my dear, Theyâre laugh lines etched from joy and cheer. She knows her shade, her lipstickâs hue, No rookie smudge, sheâs tried and true.... See More »
The Heartache I CraveWhy have a heart if it doesn't hurt, If it beats in calm, untouched by the dirt? Love is not a gentle, unbroken flight It aches, it stings, it shatters the night. Is it real love if I donât die a bit, At the end when our paths split? In the quiet, w... See More »
It's been a while... btw, I wrote a poem inspired by my bio.Iamrainfrogđž Through shadows vast, where stars donât gleam, I chase the whispers of a distant dream. In voids I wander, yet still I stand, Surviving storms with a steady hand. The unknown calls; its voice is clear, A path of wonder, both wild and... See More »
A Love Letter To YouI love youâ like the smell of sweet, fresh pancakes on a morning wrapped in quiet, when the world is soft, and time slows down, a small joy filling the air. I love youâ like the colors of autumn trees, bold and gentle all at once, a whispered... See More »
The Eternal WaltzIn a palace forgotten, where history sleeps, Amid South Americaâs verdant deep, The air is heavy with stories untold, Whispered by walls both weary and old. Shutters half-open let the sunlight stream, Its fingers soft, like a fleeting dream,... See More »
