hive-161465 Tag Posts Index

Eternal Fever (Original Poetry)

You jumped up and down on the canvas while I was counting the pieces immaculate disorganized a jigsaw puzzle I could scream at.   Nothing makes sense except your

Emerald Dream

I cannot fathom the depths of your soul, but, as the eyes are a mirror of it, deeper than Moria's mines, light and darkness combines, reading the signs of the eternal

The architecture of yesterday

I found an old hour sleeping in the cabinet Tucked beneath the once cherish frame A fragment of a smile we wore Before the passig of time redefined the line We used

[Eng./Esp.] The Grain of Our Soul. || Madera de Pueblo y Barro.

Si eres de habla hispana, esta versión es para ti 👉 Español. The Grain of Our Soul When the earth fractured and the concrete failed, no siren called the heroes

Then it is not a dink.

source If it is duly procedured-kind, Then it is not a dink. For that sort, Have multiple tors. For the nature exposes its name, And the elegant isn't put to be

Blemish

Blemish Canvas clean, ready for perfection Possibility seen, devoid of protection Smooth and serene, lacking disruption Future foreseen, absent corruption. Under

My body is a temple

My body is a templeand my existence a living ceremonyMy body is my temple. Ever since I heard this line in “Black Bathing Suit” by Lana Del Rey, I started treating

Rendez-Vous with A Demon (Original Poetry)

You sat down next to me asking superficial questions I smiled, answered, you continued all guns blazing.   Naive, in good faith, laughing enjoying the stage as you

Poem: When the lighthouse light makes me tremble

I glimpse the land's border. Yesterday, it used to be an islet covered by waves. Today, even closer, it thrills me, the lighthouse's light thrills me! Today, even

آینهٔ درون | Mirror of the Within

Persian بنشین با خود، ای دل، در خلوت شب که آینه‌ات درون توست، نه در طلب در بیرون مجو آنچه در درون نهان است گنج تو همین‌جاست، زیر خاکِ جان است تو آتشی و دود خود را

Love At First Sight

The world was loud, lonely, a blurry stream Everything seem static, a shadow of what was real A life that felt cold , lost of its warmth Until you stepped into the

[Eng./Esp.] Moments of Glory. || Momentos de Gloria.

Si eres de habla hispana, esta versión es para ti 👉 Español. Moments of Glory They no longer wait for the engine’s final hum, it settles in the timber, in the marrow

Other Branch: A Poetry

Before the ice had named us, before fire learned our hands, another thinking pressed its brow against the dark and planned. They walked a different angle through

Poem: The Dead Lakes

When the rain stops, the curtain of water fades, the sea that covers the land and nourishes it, vanishes. I see the pools slowly drying up. Two dead lakes, I saw

The Void – A Poem and Digital Painting

The void Perhaps it is a void, or just a crack in a masterpiece of green and blue. The forest heart beats with a natural sight, a sky that knows the day, clouds

Hybrid Beings: A Poetry

Subject: A poetry detailing the rise of hybrid beings, a future no one thought would be possible but is becoming real day by day. Crafted by human and ai a grand

The Hall of Fame (Original Poetry)

Ideas, thoughts, connecting the dots has never been easy when distracted by the noise of a ticking clock.   I run. I chase. Until I notice how dreams fade away when

I am sprung and in it deepened.

source I am sprung and in it deepened. Nothing much more than, To be in love with the realization plan. Knowing is a different stance, And not knowing makes vigilance.

𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝑶𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔

Limit the distraction and see how you'll excel.. Most times you're not burned out, you're just putting your energy into the wrong things.. The endless scrolling..

Stage We Share: A Poetry

We gather in half light, Shoulder pressed to shoulder Each rehearsing The lines we think... But truth is unrehearsed thing, It stumbles onto stage, Without a cue,