A thousand faces, each a world untold, A tapestry of souls, ancient and bold. From distant lands, beneath diverse skies, Their stories weave, where hope and sorrow lies.
By Moharif Yuliantoabout a year ago in Poets
Time to pay the toll With your fragile soul Life unwinding like a scroll Why do I think in rhyme Sometimes It’s all that comes to mind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Come ye men of Coal Creek. Come widows, orphans too. Come ye men with hands and faces streaked with black and blue. Faces, stained with coal dust, struck blue for want of air.
By Raymond G. Taylorabout a year ago in Poets
Can’t sleep Oh what a fright To be up in the middle of the night Without the slightest tingling A little sensation Of sleepiness
I need to get my act together When I met her It was like pulling a lever My brain was prehacked before we met I didn't know what to do
I will not be dictated by verbal shackles of a spineless dominator. The rain that cycles through spring to winter will not break this cinnamon spirit.
By Chloe Gilholyabout a year ago in Poets
A mourn arouses its plea as the escapism of amor in stillness breathes, A dream that precedes, a trance that enthralls in its mirth does not cease to deceive.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Oh god I’m trying to be clever What rhymes with September? Denver? All have is intrusive thoughts That I write down and pass off as poems
Oh god, it’s September! I wish I couldn’t remember I’ve been in such a hurry Scurrying here and there It’s that time of year
In quiet hours, I hear your name, A whisper lost in time, Through corridors of faded dreams, Where love was once sublime.
By RKabout a year ago in Poets
She walks with purpose, a queen in her stride, A warrior's spirit, deep inside. A force of nature, a tempestuous sea, A beacon of hope, wild and free.
I am a vessel, cracked and torn, A soul divided, lost and forlorn. A half-moon hanging in the sky, A lonely star that's doomed to die.
