Ballad

Who am I If They Don't Know
A canvas thrown away before the first touch of paint. A plant barely visible against the endless stars in space. I look ahead to the single road
By Rachael Anra2 years ago in Poets
A Rubix Cube
A rubix's cube represents one's lifetime, But people always wonder if it's the right time. When you are so close to solving the cube,
By Shambhavee Bhosale2 years ago in Poets
The Ballad of the Golden Maiden
(Stanza 1) In a land of ancient lore, Where tales of valor long are told, Lies a kingdom rich and pure, With rivers flowing bold.
By ddddna2 years ago in Poets
tortured + haunted
"Really reflecting, I have been nothing but pain to you and heartache. And we both keep going around in this endless circle. I have been such a prick. I really have… I get caught up in all of it and I don’t really think about everything. You have been through so much because of me… and I didn’t even know and I am truly sorry.
By M.B. Arthur2 years ago in Poets
Feel My Words. Top Story - June 2024.
When I’m writing I need you to feel my every word. I don’t care if it’s gleeful, awe inspiring, sad, or a scary word. I need my words to be something that you feel in your heart. An emotional stamp from which you never part.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Nobody
Nobody asks the sun why it rises Or the moon falls Why the bird sings Or the worm crawls So please Stop asking me why I am the way I am
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You-11
For the longest time I walked along my own path But then our paths crossed And I knew I’d never be alone againThank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Gateway
Sometimes I don’t like waking mid-dream Glimpses of other lives Other possible realities They’re why I don’t look in darkened mirrors
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You-10
I try not to think about it But it’s hard at times like this When I feel like I realize who you are I am the lock And you are the key
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
UTOPIA[Our perfect world]
For the (Scripting Utopia Unofficial Challenge) By Kayleigh Fraser ✨ Utopia The words are from the Renaissance, they are one of the most change makers.
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
People - Poem
We see people everyday, All night and all day. Whether it's family and friends or strangers, We always have favors. The are ones that are quiet and pleasant,
By Shambhavee Bhosale2 years ago in Poets
Colors - Poem
The color red, Belongs to the dead. To the ones in hell, It is worse than a prison cell. The color yellow Is everyone's fellow.
By Shambhavee Bhosale2 years ago in Poets