Blackout

POEM - Roots In Concrete
Beneath the towers, steel and glass, Where shadows stretch and people pass, A silent tale begins to weave— Of roots that clutch and won’t let leave.
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
Waiting for Rain on a Hot Summer Day
The sky hangs heavy, white with glare, The sun a fire no shade can spare. Each breath I take feels thick and slow, The earth beneath begins to glow.
By Amelia6 months ago in Poets
Among the shadows of sunrise and the gold of sunset, hidden in the dense fog of the jungle, he walks
I. Born of Earth and Flame The brown tiger is not just an animal—it is a legend. Not like its brothers with orange stripes and black shadows, not like its snow brother, who has embraced the cold. Its skin is the color of the earth, where everything begins and ends—warm, deep, saturated with history. It does not hide among the bushes, but merges with them. When it walks, the forest itself falls silent—not out of fear, but out of respect.
By Deyan Marinchev6 months ago in Poets
Too gentle to notice
Step 1. Wake before the birds. Forget your name for seven breaths. Let the silence between them shape your outline. Step 2. Leave your phone on the nightstand.
By Cadma6 months ago in Poets
The Nights You Don’t Talk About
There are nights you don’t talk about— The ones where sleep feels like betrayal. When silence screams in forgotten tones,
By Umar Amin6 months ago in Poets
Whispers of the Forgotten Wind
By Nadeem Shah I. The Wind Remembers The wind does not forget It gathers our yesterdays And scatters them gently across the pines—
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Poets
POEM - Orphans of Virtue
They gather not in gilded halls where virtue preens and prates, Nor where the polished marble floors reflect self-congratulating fates.
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
Book
Just because my cover is weathered and torn And my pages are a little worn Don’t look at me and scorn For I’ve been a thousand places
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
Disappear into yourself. Content Warning.
Be prepared to walk slowly away from the group Ever so slowly away From those who never cared about you From those who you realize you’re better off without
By Pamela Dirr6 months ago in Poets
Vagari
An untethered soul strolls through the wind No end Nowhere to begin Sinking and swimming with the tide Finding any place that will abide their vibe
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
"Whisper of a Wildflower"
In a meadow kissed by morning light, A blossom stands in silent might, Its petals brushed with amethyst hue, Cradling gold in drops of dew.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
"Sun-Kissed Blossom"
In morning’s hush, where whispers weave, A blossom stands with threads of eve. Petals painted—fire and gold, A tale of dawn in silence told.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets