Ballad

The Tapestry of Life
I. The Dawn of Breath From silence sprung a whisper deep, Where stars and soil in cradle sleep, A breath was drawn, the first of flame,
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
Petals Against the Silence
Petals Against the Silence By Sahil’s Reflection She leans on stone that does not feel, A mask of time, so cold, so real.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
Ode to the Storm. Content Warning.
A bleeding pen, a rusted over knife – instruments of an architect of life, for mine was never one gifted or grown, but forged in fire, built from blood and bone.
By Lizzy Rose6 months ago in Poets
Among The Lantana
I’ll lie down among the lantana And slowly fade away Kaleidoscopic florets bloom And decorate my cold and gray A call to passing butterflies
By Aaron Morrison6 months ago in Poets
Echo in the Espresso
This is part of Step into the Echoes Beyond the Veil with Pookie & Vicki The veil is thin. The stories are authentic and,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
Stage Fright
So I learned to play the Irish ( or tin) whistle in 2022, after my late husband Mike gave one to me for Christmas in 2021. He said every Irish girl should have one ( I'm only 26% Irish, but I was born on St. Patrick's day ☘️)
By Colleen Walters6 months ago in Poets
Stranger
I’m a stranger in a strange land The fan chugga chugga chugs As it blows away paper thugs The world shrugs As we slink like slugs
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
The role of role-playing
believing our-selves to be exceptionally kind to them while expecting them to be absolutely mean and unfair towards, these painful imaginations causes for imagination to imagine pictures and create thoughts at the center of which is a picture of self-pity, of being downtrodden, of needing care or of being special or thinking of oneself as"different"; a completely different and unique individual/human being that needs to be making special and interesting decisions and intelligence must be entirely absent from them
By Umar Faiz6 months ago in Poets
I want you... (a song)
I want you. I’ve felt your lips. I want you. I’ve held your hand. I want you. Your face in my palms. I want you — again.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY6 months ago in Poets
Rats, cockroaches, tyrants and rotten politicians.
Here is presented, for your dark pleasure, an allegory wrapped in surreal whimsy - of infestation, tyranny, and quiet rebellion.
By Novel Allen6 months ago in Poets
Quis Curat
Quis Curat They say Chase another carrot Ferreting out their sins Where does it end? A society built on lies Incapable of being wrong
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
"Muhibbi’s Poem to Hürrem Sultan's " (Suleiman the Magnificent)
From one of Suleyman’s letters to Roxolana Muhibbi" was the pen name used by Sultan Suleiman the Magnificent for his poetry. He was a renowned Ottoman ruler and poet, and "Muhibbi" translates to "lover" or "friend". Under his pen name, Muhibbi, he composed this poem for Roxolana:
By Kristen Orkoshneli7 months ago in Poets