🥈PÔetry🥉

  In a realm where shadows dance with the moon,

A tapestry of stars weaves a celestial tune.

Whispers of the night, a symphony so sweet,

As dreams take flight on silent, nimble feet.


Beneath the canopy of the cosmic ballet,

A poet's heart unfolds, words at play.

In verses spun from the loom of thought,

A journey embarked, in imagination sought.


Sunset hues paint the canvas of the sky,

In poetic embrace, the day says goodbye.

Echoes of twilight, a palette ablaze,

Each stanza a brushstroke, in time's maze.


Mountains stand as poets of ancient lore,

Whispering tales that the winds explore.

Rivers etch verses on the Earth's embrace,

Nature's poetry, a timeless grace.


Seasons waltz in a rhythmic display,

Spring's tender sonnet, winter's ballad in gray.

Summer's anthem in fields of gold,

Autumn's requiem, leaves unfold.


Moonlight spills secrets on the night's scroll,

Verses written in silver, a celestial toll.

Stars, like diamonds, in the ink of space,

Compose tales of wonder, an eternal chase.


Love, a sonnet written on hearts' parchment,

A dance of emotions, an eternal covenant.

Passion's fire, a poetic blaze,

Igniting verses in love's endless maze.


In the garden of solitude, contemplation blooms,

Petals of introspection in quiet rooms.

Thoughts cascade like a poetic waterfall,

In the sanctuary of the mind's hall.


History's pages, a chronicle of verse,

Echoes of triumphs and tales of curse.

A tapestry woven with threads of time,

Each chapter a stanza, a rhythm sublime.


Humanity's journey, a poetic ride,

Through valleys of joy and oceans wide.

Struggles etched in verses bold,

Resilience sung, stories retold.


In the city's hustle, a metropolis of rhyme,

Skyscrapers pierce the poetic skyline.

A cacophony of voices, a symphony rare,

Urban poetry, in the city's air.


Faces, stories etched on crowded streets,

In every heartbeat, a tale repeats.

Voices rise and fall, a poetic ballet,

Life's verses composed in the city's fray.


Silence, a canvas for words unsaid,

In the hush of night, dreams are spread.

The absence of sound, a powerful note,

A whispered poem, in silence wrote.


As this poetic journey nears its end,

Verses woven, a symphony to transcend.

In the tapestry of words, a thousand unfold,

A poetic odyssey, a story untold.

Sad poetry

I'm only one

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