Trauma is the spice of life It’s what makes the mundane enjoyable No matter how horrible It’s better being here than there
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
In the quiet hum of the breaking day, Where shadows linger, yet fade away, I felt the touch of something new, A spark, a light—so pure, so true.
By Masood Zahid11 months ago in Poets
I stumbled first, then lost my way, Each step a bruise, each breath a sway. The darkness wrapped its cold embrace, A never-ending, shadowed race.
Tales of long-lost love, where a princess yearns for a man’s plea To be redeemed for her desolation, waiting for someone who sets her soul free.
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Poets
Grief does not knock— It enters like dusk, Filling corners with shadows And silencing clocks. It creeps into morning With yesterday’s name
By Allen Rihab11 months ago in Poets
Snowflakes write poems in her hair, Each step a verse, each breath a prayer, She is the fire in frozen air, The quiet grace of those who dare.
By Mr Ali11 months ago in Poets
I sit here hugging the ocean And yet I hold nothing Choking on tears of fear Of futures lost Was it just a stepping stone
Darkness in its deepest sonder, desolation in its truest bareness, all embraced my shattered skin, Enclothed in the tightness of survival, the light that belied in its invisibility propelled me to keep my hope akin.
Introduction Two years ago, I was going to write a Butterfly Cinquin that looked like a Butterfly. I failed and wrote a Fibonacci poem. Since then, I have found ways of creating what I want in words and visual depictions.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 months ago in Poets
In the quiet of the night, When the world feels far away, I search for pieces of my heart, That left me on that day. The echoes of your laughter fade,
By Sen Sab11 months ago in Poets
In the silence of the night, When stars above begin to sigh, A voice inside begins to rise, A longing born of quiet cries.
shakin out the cobwebs just to find somethin to say rollin like a celeb in my beat-up chevrolet always thought that I would make it
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
