Ballad

A love letter to everything I have survived
Darkness in its deepest sonder, desolation in its truest bareness, all embraced my shattered skin, Enclothed in the tightness of survival, the light that belied in its invisibility propelled me to keep my hope akin.
By Hridya Sharma9 months ago in Poets
When I First Heard Your Name"
When I first heard your name, it was a whisper— a wind brushing softly through the chambers of my sleep, and I turned in my bed, wondering if dreams had learned to speak.
By yusuf selho9 months ago in Poets
The Silent Struggle: Embracing the Light After the Dark
The weight of silence is often the heaviest burden I have ever carried. It is a silence that doesn't speak of peace, but of an invisible war—a battle that rages within. For years, I hid behind the façade of normalcy, pretending everything was fine, while inside, I was crumbling.
By Sen Sab9 months ago in Poets
"Echoes of the Soul"
Beneath the sky, so vast, so wide, I wander lost, with none to guide. The echo of my heart’s desire, Still burns within, a flickering fire.
By Sen Sab9 months ago in Poets
"Whispers of the Heart"
In the silence of the night, When stars above begin to sigh, A voice inside begins to rise, A longing born of quiet cries.
By Sen Sab9 months ago in Poets
A Moonlight Dance Before Goodbye
Why am I still here? I told myself I wouldn't come back, and yet here I am, standing once more in the same place where consequences and regrets sprout endlessly.
By Alejo Negrett9 months ago in Poets
How Cold Her Kisses Burn
She arrived against frosty winds, A crown of ash, a path she’d lost. Under the snow, with lips reminiscent of wine, She kissed without anyone knowing.
By Rony Sutradar9 months ago in Poets
The Taking and The Redress. Content Warning.
The beautiful creature was dressed in red she sang with the whales and the caribou she wore wings and antlers the men had said so she was heckled and hunted by their crew She fled and dove deftly into the seabed but her red dress clashed with the ocean blue so she crept and scurried deep into the forest where they swore she made a witches brew She then flew to the sky and there she fed as her shiny wings and sharp beak grew but the men picked her off and ripped her dress squeezing her neck till her beak turned blue
By Tracy Kreuzburg 9 months ago in Poets
For the writers and the creators
The silent space calls, a boundless expanse. An unshaped realm anticipates your touch. No set direction, no familiar sound to lead,
By Edina Jackson-Yussif 9 months ago in Poets
The Art of Strategic Laziness: Redefining Productivity in a Burnout Culture
Introduction: The Productivity Paradox We live in a world obsessed with hustle. The glorification of "busyness" has led to burnout, chronic stress, and a pervasive sense of inadequacy. Yet, the 20 principles from The Art of Laziness challenge this narrative, advocating for a counterintuitive approach: working smarter, not harder. This philosophy—dubbed "strategic laziness"—isn’t about avoiding effort but channeling it intentionally. By prioritizing what truly matters, eliminating distractions, and embracing imperfection, we can reclaim our time, energy, and joy. Let’s explore how these principles dismantle toxic productivity myths and pave the way for sustainable success.
By Medical Doctor 💊🏥9 months ago in Poets
A Poem for No One in Particular
If you find this poem between grocery lists and laundry piles— it’s for you. You, who forgets to count themselves
By Malik Kashif9 months ago in Poets
For the Ones Still Trying
To the ones who wake up with a weight they can’t name— keep going. To the hearts that break quietly on crowded trains—
By Malik Kashif9 months ago in Poets