House of Poetry

 In solitude, a silent stream does flow, A river of tears, with no sound to show, From depths unseen, emotions well, The heart's lament, a tale to tell. No words to speak, no cries to hear, Just droplets falling, crystal clear, Each tear a story, untold, unsung, In the quiet of night, where dreams are hung. The world may not witness this heartfelt pain, The tears shreadded, like gentle rain, Yet within these drops, a universe thrives, A myriad of emotions, where the soul derives. In silence, strength, in tears, release, A bittersweet sorrow, a sense of peace, For in the stillness, hearts do mend, And find solace in tears they send. So let the tears flow without a sound, In this sacred moment, may healing be found, For in the depths of each tear shed, Lies a journey of the heart, widely spread. Through wordless weeping, spirits rise, A cathartic dance beneath the skies, And as the tears glisten, like stars at night, They carry the burden of sorrow's might. So, shred those tears

 In the depths of twilight's sorrowed hue, Where love's sweet symphony once softly played, Now echoes only heartache, deep and true, A melody of tears that won't evade. Within this fragile chamber, once alive, Now lies a shattered vessel torn apart, Each beat a painful ache that can't revive, As memories and dreams depart. The stars that danced upon our hopeful skies, Now seem to weep, their tears cascade like rain, And love, once blooming, meets its sad demise, Leaving a heartache etched with lingering pain. The whispers of affection, now withdrawn, Like withered petals scattered by the breeze, And love's embrace, so tenderly withdrawn, Leaves an emptiness that none can ease. Oh, how this heartache grips with icy hand, A poignant ache that time may never heal, Yet in the midst of sorrow's cruel demand, A strength emerges, ever so surreal. For from heartache's ashes, courage grows, And through the pain, a resilience is found, To mend the wounds and mend the

 In shadows of yesteryears, my childhood dwells, A bittersweet tale of innocence and strife, Divorced from joys that memory foretells, Its tender bonds sundered, lost in life's rife. Once, laughter danced upon the golden sands, As youthful dreams adorned each vibrant day, In fields of wonder, time held gentle hands, Where carefree souls would eternally play. But alas, fate's decree tore love asunder, Divorcing mirth from my tender soul's core, Innocence shattered, torn asunder, A child's heart weeping, forevermore. Yet though childhood's union may be undone, Its echoes linger, whispering of the sun. Oh, how I yearn for that divorce to fade, For innocence to reclaim its rightful place, To mend the wounds that memories have made, And find solace in a forgotten embrace. For though the past has severed childhood's ties, Its essence remains etched upon my heart, The laughter, the wonder that once filled my eyes, Still echoes within, refusing to depart. Through the ve

 In the depths of time, a journey we embark, To a moment etched within your scrapbook's arc. A tale of you, so young and free, A chapter whispered in memories' decree. Ten years ago, a precious page unfurled, Capturing dreams in a tapestry of your world. Within those colors, vibrant and bold, A portrait of a spirit, eager and untold. In your scrapbook's realm, where time stands still, Visions of laughter and dreams fulfill. Paper and glue, the alchemy of your soul, Binding moments together, making them whole. A mosaic of moments, the puzzle of your past, Each piece carefully chosen, a memory to last. In photographs and scribbled lines, The essence of your heart forever shines. Childhood tales, innocence embraced, Joyous adventures, each page interlaced. Fingers traced upon the textured pages, Unveiling the treasures, a cherished oasis. You, the artist, painting life's tapestry, Weaving emotions, unveiling the key. To memories treasured, sealed with care, A sanctuary of

 In the depths of solitude's embrace, A conversation unfolds in sacred space. My mind and soul, two entities entwined, Engage in whispers, the essence of my kind. Mind, the logic's realm, with thoughts so clear, Navigates the maze, both far and near. It ponders life's questions, seeks to comprehend, The riddles of existence, where beginnings blend. Soul, a gentle flame, an ethereal fire, Guides me beyond what reason can acquire. It yearns for connection, the depths of emotion, In melodies of truth, it finds its devotion. Mind speaks first, with rational might, Crafting theories, dissecting day and night. It questions the purpose, the paths we tread, Seeking knowledge, through words unsaid. Soul replies, with whispers profound, Through silence, it speaks, without a sound. It sings of passions, buried deep within, Of love's tender touch, where healing begins. Mind, ever curious, seeks control and dominion, Asking, "Who am I?" in a world so opinionated. But the s

 In the realm of lazy romance, where time takes its sweet dance, Two souls entwined in a languid trance amidst life's fleeting chance. No hurried whispers, no frantic chase, just a gentle, slow embrace, A lyrical symphony in a tender space, where love finds solace and grace. Underneath a lazy summer sky, where lazy clouds idly drift by, Whispers of love softly sigh as lazy lovers' hearts comply. They stroll along a meandering stream, lost in a lazy lover's dream, Hand in hand, a languid theme, painting love with a lazy gleam. Lazy kisses on a sunlit shore, as lazy waves lap evermore, Their love, a tranquil encore, a melody the heart can not ignore. The world may rush and whirl around, but they embrace a slower sound, In this haven, they are unbound, where lazy love knows no rebound. In the hush of a lazy afternoon, they lie beneath the lazy moon, Gazing at stars that softly croon, a serenade to a love immune. Their bodies entwined, an effortless rhyme, they savor love's

 In a realm of legends, where tales are spun, There lies a debate beneath the setting sun. Kingdom and queendom, two powers entwined, A battle of sovereignty that transcends all the time. In the kingdom's halls, a king takes his throne, Ruling with might, his authority known. His crown, a symbol of power and might, A realm built on strength, a commanding sight. But in the queendom's realm, a queen takes her stand, A regal presence, ruling with a gentle hand. Her grace and wisdom guide her people's way, A realm of compassion, where love holds sway. In the kingdom, armies march with their swords, Conquering lands, forging alliances, and accord. The clash of steel, the echo of the war's toll, In pursuit of glory, as tales unfold. Yet in the queendom, harmony is sought, Through empathy and understanding, battles are fought. Nurturing hearts, uniting with care, Creating a haven where all burdens they share. The kingdom boasts grandeur, its cities so vast, Monuments of power,