East to the sea,
West to the land,
Death to the girl that
Touches my man.
Credits: Harry Potter Opinions via GifCities and Internet Archive
They shall grow not old
as we that are left grow old:
Age shall not weary them
nor the years condemn.
At the going down of the sun
and in the morning,
We shall remember them.
Credits: Laurence Binyon, askIdeas
A creepy, yet subtly romantic, goth poem in a GIF by Atreyu.
Credits: Atreyu and Nimras Nim’loki via GifCities and Internet Archive
Good morning, here I’m boiling.
Had a shower, but my sweat’s still soiling.
31 degrees, bright sun.
Nice weather, but heat ain’t fun.
(A heatwave poem by Vijay)
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Running, charging, through this heather-clad field.
I can’t seem to find a way out.
That nature’s beauty keeps my lips sealed.
But the silence of perpetuity I can never doubt.
Everything going forward is the same.
Sameness perhaps is what life and fields are only ever about.
(A poem by Vijay Shah)
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