7Th Poems - Poems about 7Th

May summons summer season, The sun is sunny, ...

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My Breath Each time I inhale, I feel God's touch even in sorrow. I know I'm not an angel, But in spirit, God gave me a halo. I don't need fancy words to pray — Just the depth of breath I take. He listens in silence, Even when I break. Storms at sea, drowning the fire in me, Yet in my breath...

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I am a projection, An Idea through connection, A physical perception. Since inception, Part of the Sources collection. I can feel the attention, The affection in my reality, A reflection of its love for me. I am able to see, The character I came to be. A heightened sensitivity, Aware of how you feel. You're not...

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In a sky not ours, your name still shines brighter than ever. Through cosmic storms and trials we sever, yet love remains our endless endeavor. Through endless stars and fate untold, our souls entwine, forever bold. Through fate’s embrace, dreams retold. Our love glows brighter then molten gold. The stars may scold, the winds will chide. But love remains,...

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ravishing revitalized rare riverbank rainbow sharing and showing jeweled colors that glow tantalizing turquoise next to perfectly pampered pink unique every time, a universal feeing and mystical link...

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The plane pierced into the pile, exploded loudly, ...

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I'm scared to speak, my heart beats fast, Fear of judgment, fear of being last, My words get jumbled, my voice does quake, I'm an introvert, my heart does ache. When called to speak, I feel like I'm falling, My words get stuck, my voice keeps calling, I want to pour out my heart, but I'm afraid, Of being wrong, of not...

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Ladies worth are in the kitchen, But this generation, Gen Z sold them out to men. What's the logic? Human can't live without food, Yet ladies worth are now in men custody, Because men in charge of the kitchen You may ask, why am I so proud? It's because that's what I worked hard for. I'm proud of my craft, my worth,...

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My mind is locked, I feel so low Drowning deep, don't know where to go I search for keys to unlock my brain But thoughts are stuck, driving me insane I wish I could break free from pain But darkness grips, refuses to wane Suicide's not the answer, I know My mind's a mess, feeling lost and slow I see the key, but...

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By Khomotso Makitla Wormholes start small — slow, but sure, they expand. The magnetic field of your eyes, your smile, your laughter, Attracts and does not repel — why fight what the heart desires? The void between us deepened, and now you’re out of reach. I whisper alone to the stars, hoping they’ll reply. I reach to the skies, for I...

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Human life is like a water bubble, It appears and disappears...

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Hiding in plain sight, Cloaked by light, Shining just right, Creeping through my dark night, Clearing away the blight, Fighting to get free, So I can shine brightly, Teaching what I came to be, Reaching out so you can see, My entity spans eternity, My energy collectively intertwined, Within this universal mind, Here to help...

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So far away but my heart you shine through. Stronger, swifter, and wiser, I am better just because of you. As the past reigned with the man kings your glow reign in me too. I'm passionate to be directed by my compass, water, and shoes. Your nose loud as tunes i can only offer a fife. From a distance...

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Tom was not appreciated most of his life; neither was his fiddle. He insisted on having it buried with him, a pillow in the middle. At three a.m. the witching hour, he creates music for the others. The lonely, the forgotten, the sad, the depressed, and the angry mothers. They gather at their gravestones, appreciating the concert of Tom. Last...

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Pink mushroom guy was a dancer, a dreamer called Dilly Dally Dew. He loved fuchsia, purple, lavender, and pink of every shade and hue. Why does he insist on those colors? His dad asked, irritated a bit. Pink was the color for boys in Victorian days, said his wife, Mrs. Whit. Daddy looked it up, for it was difficult...

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