A literary genre that comprises of poems of a considerable length. Though there is no concrete definition of a long poem, this genre has the power to build on the theme in the most explanatory method. Ancient epics are the best examples of long poems. You are sure to get drenched in the theme and rhythm completely.
Meet Zask and Zisk, See them venture forth — They know little About the destination, Only that it’s an energy station On a big blue world Known to locals as Earth. “Look at that!” Exclaims Zask, “We are in luck
Dr. Maximillan Williams is some kind of brilliant; Too bad he has to, in fact, be a villain. In his classes he was always the quietest, Lost in deep thoughts about the sciences, Perpetually tinkering with newfangled appliances, Never the
Imagine if you will As you read this tale A dramatic crescendo Of the musical scale. Our story commences Beyond picket fences, Within a house so grand In a variety of senses. Up an ornate stairway, Past sculptures and statues,
One day a book materializes And floats off store shelves; The other side of earthly farewells, It describes and tells. Upon its arrival, It trends and goes viral; There’s no literary rival – Life’s AfterParty is the title. THE DEFINITIVE
If you will be so kind To lend me your time, I’ll lead you on a climb Of the metaphysical kind; Just one cautionary rhyme — Don’t stand too close behind Your presently cherished paradigm. From various cosmic residences Arrive
True love is something so elusive. True love between two people is the most precious of gifts, Falling in love is not just an expression. Love is a powerful force that cannot be dissuaded. Love requires a lot of faith.
Look away Transmission overload; Can’t seem to figure out my mind. I’m feeling home alone in time, Too late to find a bride. I have slept a thousand years; No princesses kiss to change my heart and wake me up.
Being a mother… That path that is sometimes taken, that path that sometimes reaches you, and that you, even as a companion, always walks. That road full of efforts of pains and struggles but pregnant with joys, with teachings. That
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Born May 5, 1818, in Trier Germany to Heinrich and Henrietta Marx, sans the third of nine children (and second oldest heir) Karl Marx thinking begot incendiary sparks, asper his two most controversial publications titled The
God Loves Us He gave His son up for Us Sometimes, We tend to not understand how massive it is ‘Cause we’re limited, we don’t understand how limitless it is God said we are Precious in His sight Please, don’t
Might the legends be true? Or merely an imagined ado? Could it be more than a myth? Might it actually exist? Encased in glass, Perfectly preserved From decades past, Rarely observed. Black as the night, Lined with gray, Quantum technology
My fellow Americans, The hour is dark. Hence I stand before you With a heavy heart. Something is coming, Something man has never seen – An attack lacking precedent Within the pages of history. As you all well know, We
The more I learn, the more I realize how little I know… which insightful, gutsy, entrancing, catchy apothegm attributed to Socrates by way of Plato subsequently self ranking myself amidst Phylum Chordata with the Dodo bird Class Aves (namely said
Welcome, my friends, to bustling New York – The port of lore, the door to more, Abounding, of course, in scores of stores And words and Fords and public transport. Adored by humans of every sort, Inviting all to come
Spinning someplace in the blackness of space, A peculiar world hosts an unhuman race. Rethink reality, abandon earthly notions; Here, cerulean seas – There, prismatic oceans. Macro quantum motion; Instantaneous locomotion – No need for roads, Teleport to go; No
alone in my bed I lay still not able to pray I close my eyes to a world unknown cobwebs etched in the very fabric of my existence alone helpless with demonic bites viscous fangs with long stemmed dripping blood
shaped from the tiny fragmentation of the impulse in my mind blinded by the mere silence in its brigade of solemn tenderness alone I sit on a high hill visually seeing the passerbys visit then leave a quaint encounter to
Yiruma The piano quietly drifts along, As another beauty quietly drifts from my life… The time is coming to an end, The song; I wish I had the words, To say… Goodbye… But the instrument has nothing written upon the
We know it’s hard to believe From what your earthly eyes can see. We know it’s difficult to accept Since you are deficient in sensory depth. We know you haven’t been sufficiently prepared To come to terms with what’s really
Beautiful eyes Imagine falling in love with someone you have never seen. Would you give your heart away to a mystery? What if you could fall head over heels, do you think you would try? Or would you run away
I was a high-ranking official In the United States Army; Any further details Would surely come back to harm me. I must remain anonymous Or else face the consequence; But you would not believe What — who — has come
Sometimes, I just want to fly away and sit by a coast dotted with tiny creeks and gaze at the pebbles sleeping peacefully at the bottom of the stream while drenching my feet in water as pure as an infant.