There's a tempest brewing in my chest, A hurricane of what-ifs and why-nots, Spinning faster than my racing thoughts Can catch their breath.
By Parsley Rose 4 months ago in Poets
The mirror shows a stranger's eyes today, Though they've been mine for years I cannot count. The therapist speaks words that ricochet
By Autumn 4 months ago in Poets
A single shot across the stage, not from a battlefield, but a campus wall. The crowd gasped … some in grief, others in silence,
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
A mythic tale of blind loyalty, corrupt charisma, and the descent into unadulterated evil not as a political exposé, but as a fable, a warning, a ceremonial reckoning.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
It settles in the hollow of your chest, a stone that grows heavier with each breath— this knowing that you've caused another pain,
Beneath the stars, upon the endless sea, Two hearts found what fate denied to be. Jack’s laughter danced through the gilded air,
By Life Hopes4 months ago in Poets
I knew that something was dreadfully wrong An ill wind was blowing I felt it approaching...heard words spoken As plain as day...
By Antoni De'Leon4 months ago in Poets
There are nights when the silence feels alive. Not empty — not hollow — but breathing, whispering, moving through the air like a tide I cannot see.
By Farid Aslam4 months ago in Poets
Waddling down the beach of life The chill in our bones She squawks I listen In the distance the sun glistens into darkness
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
Each scar is an island, unnamed by any atlas, rising quietly from the ocean of skin. Some are coral reefs, sharp enough to cut memory,
By Alain SUPPINI5 months ago in Poets
Beneath the old oak’s fading shade, Children ran, and laughter stayed. Streams would sing with washing hands, Men would play, and hearts would dance.
By Life Hopes5 months ago in Poets
Look up. Not every star belongs to the living sky. Some are lit by memory, some by grief, some by names no one speaks anymore.
