Sonnet

2 Different
We don’t live in the same America. There’s the one they built on paper, and the one we built out of survival. Theirs has inheritance,
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets
The Toy. AI-Generated.
Once I had a little toy, Painted blue — my heart, my joy. It smiled at me when days were long, And hummed along to every song.
By Gohar Ali5 months ago in Poets
Your Uzi
I can still visualise your uzi How it felt pronounced under my French tongue How it knew I would hardly stop, pushy Like a good soul who keeps love in a lung
By Patrick M. Ohana5 months ago in Poets
Crack
🌊💧💦❄️💦💧🌊 The Cracking Of Ice On A Frozen Pond Under A Grey Sky The Sun Is Now Gone 💦❄️💦 Icicles Dripping The Sound Of Water Branches Are Frozen Then They Snap, Splinter 💦❄️💦 Snow Crunch Underfoot Finally It Melts Turning Into Slush Freezes To Ice Hell 💦❄️💦 See Ice Shards Splinter This, The Sound Of Winter 🌊💧💦❄️💦💧🌊
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
When I Close My Eyes
When I close my eyes, the world dissolves, When I close my eyes, my spirit evolves. Memories drift like clouds in the sky,
By Alpha Man5 months ago in Poets
Beacon
In the dark where shadows creep, A light stands tall, its promise deep. Through storm and night, it casts its flame, Guiding the lost who whisper your name.
By Alpha Man5 months ago in Poets
Routine Surprises
Surprises become part of the routine Shocks shrug and slide into the perennial Grass soft with life under a dewy sheen Turns silver, brittle--extraterrestrial
By D. J. Reddall5 months ago in Poets
Beautiful People
Beautiful people Removed from their land By God’s hand They were forced on to someone else’s land They took their stand
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
Oh lantern on the post
Oh lantern on the post, be my beacon. Guide me to safer shores where you reside. Let your golden light soak into my skin;
By Callum Summers5 months ago in Poets
Lighten up, Shakespeare
In the dark musty streets of London town A man scribes in blood, under a link boys glow. Capturing crowds, with mad princes and clowns
By Simon Aylward5 months ago in Poets
A Lantern Through The Mists…
A well-trod road beneath my feet A path I know as well as my own face Mist curls thick, an old friend to greet In this wild and desolate place
By Natasja Rose5 months ago in Poets
The Quiet Wars We Survive
A poem for those who’ve watched the world turn away from truth — and still choose to speak. Change doesn’t always roar. Sometimes, it starts with a whisper that refuses to die.
By Lila (Poetry)5 months ago in Poets