Ekphrastic
The Last Storm
The wind howled through the empty streets, carrying with it the scent of rain that would never come. The sky, a dull shade of gray, loomed over the remains of a once-thriving city. Crumbling buildings stood like forgotten tombstones, their windows shattered, their walls cracked by time and neglect. The world had dried up, leaving nothing but dust and despair in its wake.
By Pranshu verma11 months ago in Poets
Echoes of Time: A Cry for Justice
Oh Time, watch over me, Rise and wake up, can’t you see? America’s cruelty reigns, Crushing Gaza’s hopes and dreams. Oh Time, why do you stand still? Write and mark this bitter will, Homes are shattered, souls are crying, Hearts are broken, dreams are dying.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed12 months ago in Poets










