Introduction This is for Aspen Marie's Challenge that you can read about here: The music is, of course, Blondie's Picture This
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
How do you talk to the ghost of the unknown? What to do when you’re alone in room full of people It’s your personal rain cloud on a sunny day
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
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 Kapadia5 months ago in Poets
The moon glows, gentle on the quiet street, Soft light weaving gold on tangled sheets, We lie side by side, but worlds apart,
By Amelia5 months ago in Poets
I heard something that stuck in my head, as so many things do Among the useless and trivial, the line that stood out to me
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets
Introduction I bought a copy of Pete Townshend's "Who Came First" yesterday because I love the song "Pure And Easy" and I wanted to write a poem to give me the feeling the song gives me.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
Beneath the vault where silent stars convene, And seasons turn with purpose, sharp and keen, There lies a plot no earthly deed can claim,
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
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
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
They gather not in gilded halls where virtue preens and prates, Nor where the polished marble floors reflect self-congratulating fates.
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
“They say the world was made in seven days. But who made the time? Who lit the first fire and then forgot the way home?” In the space before language, before division, before fear — there was the One.
By nawab sagar6 months ago in Poets
