With gentle soul and nature's keenest eye, The ISFP, a bard of quiet grace, Doth find in solitude sweet reverie, And paints the world with beauty's soft embrace.
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
Within a heart that seeks a solace deep, A wellspring of emotions, shyly kept, The ISFP, with gentle spirit, weeps, Yet finds in nature's embrace, a solace swept.
“The struggle itself towards the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.”--Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Take a look I’m hooked on books I like to write poems That flow like rainbows In the drifts Riffs in my mind’s eye Weaving truths with every lie
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
🌟 Ephemeral Symphony 🎶 In the 🌌 of night, where stars ✨ dance, A melody 🎵 whispers in the expanse. Moonbeams 🌙 weave through the cosmic night,
By Creative Chronicles2 years ago in Poets
A seed, so small, was pressed tightly in my hand. She Whispered a promise: life across the land. Will the delicate roots break through the soil without being seen? or withered, lost beneath such a deep world?
By bishnu prasad2 years ago in Poets
With gentle hand and heart that knows no guile, The ISFJ with Two's soft wing entwined, A loyal soul, with purpose to beguile
With gentle hand and heart that seeks to mend, The ISFJ, a soul of quiet grace, Doth weave a world where harmony transcends,
Pizza rolls between my toes Gushers exploding as I bite the ends Doritos were really neato But not as fun as a pocket full of Cheetos
I Will Not Forgive You For The Hurt You Caused Me Convenient It's True Those Wounds Will Never Heal X It's In Your Distant Past
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
In the whispers of the night, Where stars adorn the velvet sky so bright, I find solace in the embrace of time, As life's melodies weave a sublime rhythm.
By LASZLO SLEZAK2 years ago in Poets
With heart of gold and gentle, watchful eye, The ISFJ, a friend of loyal grace, Doth weave a tapestry of memory, Where cherished moments find their rightful place.
