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Love at First Glance
Love at First Glance One Glance. One Risk. One Forever. Poetry: First Glance A single look—just one, no more, A spark that set my soul aflame.
By Am@n Khan 9 months ago in Poets
The Message
Toxic relationship between Hurting and hoping Eventually, a limit is reached Many emotions flooding Each person has their own perception
By L.I.E9 months ago in Poets
5/12/25
Lazy days In a daisy haze Whenever I see them I think of you I think of the happy times When life was rough but bearable
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
The Rise of Echoes
Beneath the moon's watchful glow, Where rivers of silence fiercely flow, Voices are born from whispered dreams, Stretching beyond the seams.
By Ishaq Ahmadzai 9 months ago in Poets
Sigh
Stopping the stressful thoughts Intense feelings being released Gearing towards freedom Hoping for peace
By L.I.E9 months ago in Poets
A Tax for Public Trust Betrayed
A soldier in civvies / an army of one / marched into a pizza joint / brandishing a long gun. His mission for naught / He only fired a single shot /
By Chris Z9 months ago in Poets
Cards
Calling all the cards! A special game is about to start Ready? This is not about tarts Diamonds go first Spades would follow, but they are late!
By Susan Fourtané 9 months ago in Poets
Towards the Land of Nonsense
We were born for absurd reasons Our families saw us as insurance They started offering money to keep you in the city they live in
By TheNaeth9 months ago in Poets
Love’s Shadow: The Fear of Falling
When Love Feels Like a Precious Risk Poem: The Edge of Us I stand at the cliff of your heart, Where the wind whispers, "Jump, but beware—
By Am@n Khan 9 months ago in Poets
TRICKLES OF TIME
1/ We are trickles of time that fall off freely together with the ticking seconds leaving behind numbers. Naked amidst the busyness named as days... We are wanderers of fate that intertwine tackle the rivers of destiny. And never be able to digest the future. ; Because we are just God's Boats which never the ends. Looking for its own estuary. 2/ We humans are mortal beings. 'Always stammering spelling the word love in prayers'. Going from one silence to another (feeling happy). Then the world is like a mirage full of expectations. We humans walk the road in thirst. We are humans travel the distance, on a path built from the desires of others (feeling alienated).
By Shafa Ichwanus9 months ago in Poets
Longing On My Journey.
1/ In the heart of the pale night You emerge as a poem within my blood For there is nothing more alive Than longing on my journey
By Shafa Ichwanus9 months ago in Poets
The Strength Behind the Silence
If I told you I was hurting, Would you turn your face away? Or would you sit beside my silence And let your presence stay?
By Nihal Khan9 months ago in Poets