a beautiful weed
sprouting in the summer sun...
happy, but alone
-- Voidious (Votes: 45)  |
A single grain of dust
at the mercy of the wind...
the life of a man
-- Vasile Moldovan (Votes: 37) |
do caterpillars
think butterflies beautiful?
find your own cocoon
-- Voidious (Votes: 35) |
absorbing the warmth,
reflecting the summer's light:
Chenresig statue.
-- Voidious (Votes: 32) |
gathering storm clouds
blanket the grey horizon
now walk into them
-- mediapunk (Votes: 29) |
skiing down the mountain
'cause of the fog, I can't see
where the path is smooth
-- Voidious (Votes: 28) |
Some want it snow white
Others want it to be pitch black
Why not make it gray?
-- Theresa (Votes: 22) |
They pronounced me dead
even though I dance and sing.
I am Poetry.
-- ritebrayn (Votes: 22) |
To feel Nothingness...
in evening when the nightingale
became dumb
-- Florin Vasiliu (Votes: 21) |
Show in the open air:
some nightingales' arias
supporting the sky
-- Vasile Moldovan (Votes: 20) |
Only trust in Death
Dreams often make fools of us
Reality Kills
-- trife (Votes: 19) |
Run quiet and Swift
Evil senses noise and Haste
Never Stop to Breathe
-- trife (Votes: 18) |
Run quiet and Swift
Evil senses noise and Haste
Never Stop to Breathe
-- trife (Votes: 18) |
Buddha and Christ meet
on a cloud high in heaven
both needing a rest
-- Zenji II (Votes: 18) |
Cold. In the first line
having as weapon their innocence,
the young people
-- Florin Vasiliu (Votes: 17) |
Forever thirsty
some people drinking from my cup,
I taste the clinking...
-- Florin Vasiliu (Votes: 17) |
No mistaking it
i must step on the fallen
to follow my dream
-- Colin (Votes: 16) |
Old woman alone
never creating attachments
life is like a dream
-- zenji (Votes: 15) |
