In the garden of despair, even the most delicate hopes blossom under the tender care of patience and perseverance. - Clara Hudson
We all have cherished moments, places, or souls that have touched our lives profoundly. May these poems serve as an ode to those tender imprints left upon our hearts, a gentle tribute to the love that has shaped our journey.
Life is the melody; death, the echo that ensures it is never forgotten.
Beware the creatures of the night, at Halloween they growl and bite. Feel free to spread the word and share these poems I've written. Enjoy!
Amid the Spanish moss and sultry nights of Savannah, I often find myself gazing at the stars, wondering if they too, like me, are lulled by the city's ancient lullabies. The first poem is a reflection of those moments, a soft goodbye to the day.
Here I share a snapshot of my mental health reflections.
These poems about growing up aim to weave in elements of my life, my surroundings, and my passions.
Night has always held a special place in my heart, offering a momentary escape from the whirlwind of the day. Through these poems, I hope to capture my connection to the silent beauty of the night.
My fondness for antiques makes me particularly sensitive to the passage of time. Enjoy.
Each poem aims to capture the essence of life's journey, offering solace and celebration in the commemoration of those we've loved and lost. By Clara
Here are my sad poems about love. Tell me what you think :)
Each verse, each rhyme, mirrors the moments I've lived, the dreams I've dared to dream, and the silent hopes I've cradled in the quiet of the night. The moonlit walks, the stolen glances, the quiet understanding, the fiery passion, and the comforting embrace - all have played their part in weaving this anthology. Enjoy friends!
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