Ballad

The Smallest Man Who Ever Lived
You were supposed to be the one person I could confide in. Hell. You were the one person I could confide in. You were my everything. You were the one person I thought would never hurt me - the one person I couldn't ever picture hurting me. You used to fight to keep me safe. You used to be the one who'd pull me out in order to keep me safe. You were my everything. My everything. I used to love every single ounce of you, and now I can't even think of your name without crying. I can't look at a picture of you without feeling like someone shoved a razor-sharp dagger into my lung. So I guess what I have to say is...
By 'Lissa Stufflestreetabout a year ago in Poets
Boss vs Leader: Understanding the Difference
In the professional work context, the terms ‘boss’ and ‘leader’ can be understood as synonyms. Nevertheless, this distinction is critical to cultivating a healthy organizational culture and performance. Where a boss is autocratic in discipline and power, a leader is more persuasive, motivating, and transformative.
By Mohammad Usmanabout a year ago in Poets
A Memory
Sky flaming mountainside They say it’s just like love Chilly kiss from a lover’s lips Still cold from her icy drink. Swaddling the little ones in towels
By Jack Friendabout a year ago in Poets
O Beaufort
They say it started with a rose and Ended with the Virgin Queen But O Margaret did they not see That a mother at just 13
By Robyn Littleabout a year ago in Poets
Celebrating the doom of independence
Celebrating the doom of independence Liberation in its precipice gallops in the abyss of glee, Callous whispers of unserved justice writhe the soul with pain that abhors the plea
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
They're Sad
A silent symphony of sorrow's tune, Where shadows creep and hope's a distant moon. In shadowed corners, hearts concealed in night,
By Moharif Yuliantoabout a year ago in Poets
Sad, hard and happy
Sad A canvas painted with hues of gray, Where shadows dance and hope astray. Heartstrings plucked, a mournful tune, Lost in echoes of a fading moon.
By Moharif Yuliantoabout a year ago in Poets
Nimai's Temple
In a small village nestled among the lush green fields of Bengal, lived a young boy named Nimai. His world was simple, confined to the narrow paths winding through the paddy fields, the dense bamboo groves, and the occasional banyan tree where the village elders gathered to discuss everything from the upcoming harvest to tales of the supernatural.
By Dabasish Palabout a year ago in Poets
Regret
Regret was a weight that did grow, From seeds that were planted long ago. Choices once made, Now in shadows stayed, And haunted the mind with their woe.
By Dabasish Palabout a year ago in Poets
Heartbreak
There once was a heart split in pain, Where love left a lingering stain. Each beat felt the tear, Of a dream laid bare, As it danced in the cold, bitter rain.
By Dabasish Palabout a year ago in Poets
Loneliness
In a room where the silence would creep, Loneliness lulled the heart to weep. With shadows as friends, And no love to mend,
By Dabasish Palabout a year ago in Poets
Loss of a Loved One
There once was a heart torn in two, By a loss that the soul deeply knew. Though the tears often fall, Fond memories still call,
By Dabasish Palabout a year ago in Poets