Ballad

When Two Lovers Are Torn by Fate
. They met beneath a quiet sky of gold, . Two hearts aflame, two stories yet untold. . Their laughter bloomed like roses in the spring,
By America today 4 months ago in Poets
Change
A wise man once said, "The only constant thing in life is change" Yet, it so frightening to perceive that that which once was, shall not forever be.
By Ewura Ekua Acquah4 months ago in Poets
Only time
Only time can tell, whether those who promise us life would be truly life or death to us Only time would tell, if those who say they love us,
By Ewura Ekua Acquah4 months ago in Poets
You CANNOT Erase Me. Content Warning.
I wrote this song for everyone who has felt the emotional pain of narcissistic abuse, bullying, bigotry, verbal abuse, psychological abuse, & meanness from other situations.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
Mr Beast
I. The Appointment I was summoned on a Tuesday, by a letter of plain grey, To a district of the city where the light forgets to stay.
By Alexander Mind4 months ago in Poets
Damage Done
*Verse 1** She never saw the faces, those eyes that cried her name, She packed up all her secrets, left behind her shame.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior4 months ago in Poets
Pedro
(Verse 1) In the bustling streets of Lima, where the sun kisses the ground, Lives a charming street dog named Pedro, known all over town.
By Julie O'Hara - Author, Poet and Spiritual Warrior4 months ago in Poets
Pablo Neruda: The Poet of the People and the Power of Passion
Introduction: Who Was Pablo Neruda? Pablo Neruda was more than just a poet — he was a voice for love, for resistance, and for the spirit of the human soul. Born Ricardo Eliécer Neftalí Reyes Basoalto in Chile in 1904, Neruda became one of the most celebrated and prolific poets of the 20th century. His work touched on everything from deep romantic longing to political revolution, earning him the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1971.
By Alexander Mind4 months ago in Poets
Santa Compaña
Put out your lanterns, hold your loved ones tight Flee under your covers and hide your head It is that time of the late starry night
By Stephanie Hoogstad4 months ago in Poets
Maybe I'm Still Missing You
Maybe I was stupid. Maybe I’m naive. Maybe I held too tightly onto something make believe. Maybe I wanted more than you were willing to release.
By Cat Brooks4 months ago in Poets
The Streets Are a River of Light
I walk where the pavement hums with stories, each step an echo of those who came before. The glass towers shimmer like watchful guardians,
By Life Hopes4 months ago in Poets
Jealousy of thy Siblings
Cursed be he, Who trudges upon this ashy path, Let death begotten to this foe so full of woe, Let life cease to grow within his dust,
By Alisha Wilkins ✒️🦋🖋️4 months ago in Poets