A hundred names carved in the bark of this old oak. Some hearts still beat, some don't. The tree doesn’t know which is which.
By Malik Kashif9 months ago in Poets
Beneath my feet, stones tell stories— not loud, but persistent. A sigh of gravel, the hush of moss. They remember
It feels like I'm slowly disappearing through my own eyes— like something inside me is slipping out, quiet and unnoticed.
By Nuhan Habib9 months ago in Poets
Darkness was impaired in its transgression as hope seemed to find its way, A startling realisation, a sight to behold, one might deem to say.
By Hridya Sharma9 months ago in Poets
Suddenly, One Afternoon – Samiul Nirjon Suddenly, I saw her on one side of the road— I never thought it would be possible in such troubled times.
By Rejuan Ratul9 months ago in Poets
Clears throat. Is this thing on? I woke up today and thanked the Lord for today. Not because it’s Friday and thats good, or because the stock market is closed and I’m sitting poolside with a copy of Margaret Atwood.
By Natasha Collazo9 months ago in Poets
Mind-emptiest, mine deeply. I don’t mind? That’s merely folly, An uncomfortable presentation. The postponement of stillness.
By Paul Beckett9 months ago in Poets
Snap, hiss, boom— A burning in the air, a shiver. A dab. Cough, cough. A Space Cadet. kiss me like your starving, fuck me like you're parched.
By L.K. Rolan9 months ago in Poets
Some loves don't finish with slammed doors or bitter words. Some loves finish in silence. Not the quiet kind — the heavy kind. The kind that sticks around after someone's gone. The kind that echoes through empty places, through voicemails that never get returned, through memories that still have the flavor of home.
By MD NAYEM9 months ago in Poets
The things I want, I see with ease... They bloom like visions on a breeze. I see enough and more to share, abundance dances through the air.
By Denise Larkin9 months ago in Poets
It was the beginning of the end In a breath he said Make it so And thus it was The archon looked upon all creation And in the sweep of hand
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
You don’t like me You only like the fiction in your mind You don’t know me You only show me the likable version of you
