Elegy

In my eyes I carry my father’s rage and my mother’s sorrow
Khamoshi ki aahat me sukoon ki talaash hai, Kuch lamho ke saaye me apne gam bhulane na jane kyu aas hai, Duniya ke dastoor ka kuch alag hi hisaab hai,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
hidden words
A father's pain is hidden in a frown. Greater than the pain is the silence of the children I can't see through life and death, but I'm used to being sick for a long time.
By bill2 years ago in Poets
Flowers bloom at the cemetery
The intrusion into the cemetery was completely unintentional. I was heading for the blooming flowers. The cold gravestones emit a harsh white light.
By bill2 years ago in Poets
2 hour
In realms of twilight, where shadows unfurl, A weaver sits, a master of the world, Not of thread and loom, but of stories untold,
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Puppy Love
Little puppy yummy With a pink pop bellied tummy Oh so tiny! button nose, moist and shiny.
By real Jema2 years ago in Poets
The Rascally Radcliffs!
Oh, gather 'round folks, let me spin you a tale, Of a family so wild, they make a monkey's tail. First up, we have the husband, a real ladies' man, He's got a chick on his arm wherever he can. Sneaking out at night, he's quite the charmer, But his wife's no fool, she knows all the drama.
By Chuks Gad Nwaigwe2 years ago in Poets
life-giving water
The water from the forest smells like the mountains. My father says it's wood leaf water. People who drink this water often will suck the oil out of their bodies.
By bill2 years ago in Poets
Eclipse
Entwined in the eerie twilight Cold coming in as it begins Light’s shadow begins to sink in In it, we stare up in the wonder of midday’s night
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Eclipse
Everyone has felt closed off. Covered by a celestial beast. Loneliness darkens their thoughts. Isolated, angry, and weak.
By Dylan 2 years ago in Poets
1 hour
Hunger's a wolf, a gnawing sound, But cunning tricks can keep it bound. Fiber's embrace, a woven cloak, Slows down the beast, a hunger broke.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Why Should I Show My Body To You?. Content Warning.
A woman's love, conceived with grace, exists in the region where hearts weave. She caresses souls with calm ease, her sensitive touch like a soft breeze.
By Praveen Pk2 years ago in Poets
Encounter a poet outside his poems
The duality of existence encapsulates the brevity of strife, Often called a dreamer, I envisioned what horizons that strayed afar looked like.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets