Elegy

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
Knockin' On Heaven's Door
Introduction I was listening to Bob Dylan at Budokan, and "Knockin' On Heaven's Door" came on, and I thought, that is the way we all eventually disappear, although hopefully we will be remembered, and I also thought that would be a good concept for the Vocal challenge.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
Blown Away
I spent a lifetime waiting For mine to finally begin Wasting away Blowing off grain by grain In the wind I was atrophied in the position I began
By K.B. Silver 6 months ago in Poets
The Music Always Stops
"Take care of all of your memories, said Nick For you cannot relive them" - Bob Dylan ~ Scarlet skies fill my eyes with wonder, hope, and absolute horror
By Paul Stewart6 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
POEM - Silent Confessors
Not priests in shadowed, echoing alcoves, Nor therapists in softly cushioned chairs, The truest listeners this harsh world proves
By Jacky Kapadia6 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
The Tale of Elric Thorn
In the Vale of Eldenmoor, where the mist won’t clear, Lies a tale the villagers still whisper in fear. Of a boy named Elric, quiet and lean,
By Muhammad Rahim 6 months ago in Poets
Tailgate Gospel
No music. Just us and the evening, sitting on the tailgate of your red Ford facing a field that looked like it could hold
By Annie Edwards 6 months ago in Poets
Pack Your Shadow
You want to say goodbye to everyone you know and why. I can't say it's a good thing, but it can— can be done.
By Paul Stewart6 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