Release Poems - Poems about Release

...Ink flows like a river, a poet's soul on fire A maze of words, where emotions unfold like a desire Each line a path, a winding road that beckons me To the heart of the abode, where secrets wait to......Read the rest...

...With my solution upon my parchment bright I conjure worlds where imagination takes flight The ink flows free, a wondrous, winding stream As letters spin forth, fabricating words unseen A tapest......Read the rest...

... Sorrows slowly release internal inflictions to form poetic mouthpiece Revealing what's true Narrating through verse Expressing your view Life can immerse Kil......Read the rest...

...A sense of event never left my mind, I still believe there is a lot of magic in our world full of kind: ,,Who steers me?", was question that will always arrive. I fell my warm tears dripping dow......Read the rest...

...Here's my suggestion how to fight off your blues: pick up a brush and paint on a canvass whatever comes to mind: landscape, birds or flowers; pick up a pen and write some silly lyrics for childre......Read the rest...

...There’s beauty in the midnight feathers of a black swan so divine, as euphoria illuminates s t a i n e d sanctuaries~ where stars long to drown in your still train of thoughts, for there’s a p o......Read the rest...

... Quote By Poet: "I like to bring my imagination out in writing so you can bring your imagination out in reading." Books call my name, the bookstores are not to blame. Writing books and ......Read the rest...

... FANTASTIC BEASTS Synopsis Palaeontologist Sam and his assistant Sara set out on a fun expedition to look for dinosaur fossils at a well-known dig site. Little w......Read the rest...

...Under twilight skies, veiled in melancholic shadows and silent steps, The silent tragedy of creative destinies unfolds, For only from the sacred depths of each unique soul Can new, mysterious mean......Read the rest...

... It's a lingering mystery What people are going through. Everyday, we meet wounded, fragile souls Who conceal sadness with smiles. They've wrapped barricades around their glass hearts, St......Read the rest...

...In the darkest recesses of my mind a maelstrom brews, a tempest unseen epilepsy's insidious tendrils weave a tapestry of chaos, thoughts ensnared Every step a battle, every task a test concent......Read the rest...

... I never intended to be a poet I just liked to write, ever since a child I was scribbling on paper; at that age nothing really made much sense, but, I like them and taped my......Read the rest...

...In the echoing halls of third grade, he sits, a nine-year-old lad, master of the silent symphony, the classroom's perpetual farter. His seat, a throne of hidden thunder, each release a steal......Read the rest...

... There was no purpose or plan No mentor took me by the hand I never knew 'if', 'what', or 'how'. But I know why I became a poet. To gaze upon an entity To observe a person To listen to sou......Read the rest...

... A big shoutout and thank you to Tom Woody for being an amazing collaborator on this epic project. Also, a huge thank you to Sam Scott and Sara A for your stellar narration that truly brought ......Read the rest...