Elegy

Heart Crushed in Love
--- ### **I. The Blooming** Once, in the garden of fleeting time, Where love was a melody, soft and sublime,
By I want Peace 🕊️9 months ago in Poets
What Grief Sounds Like.
Grief isn't polite. It doesn't call and let you know it'll be dropping by. It doesn't knock when it shows up. But music-music opens the door and allows it in. My grief playlist isn't beautiful. It's not polished or uplifting. It's raw and tears at the wounds. It helps me to the one thing I'm always afraid to do: feel the grief.
By April Kirby.9 months ago in Poets
other side of the world
Last night, I lay in bed—  so tired from the thoughts in my head  I closed my eyes, and let myself rest. I saw us— your eyes meeting mine,
By Glyds9 months ago in Poets
A Little Bit Like Me
Who's at fault / for why she's gone? We both trespassed / and were trespassed upon. Oh, but, what a mercy / What a consummate lenity /
By Chris Z9 months ago in Poets
A love letter to everything I have survived
Darkness in its deepest sonder, desolation in its truest bareness, all embraced my shattered skin, Enclothed in the tightness of survival, the light that belied in its invisibility propelled me to keep my hope akin.
By Hridya Sharma9 months ago in Poets
A Day With Grief.
When grief comes for a visit I leave the door open wide because in my love I was loud and in my grief I will not hide. I'll pour us a cup of tea and we'll gather out on the porch.
By April Kirby.9 months ago in Poets
Fractured Seasons
I. Summer’s Whisper We planted words like seeds in soil, each vow a root beneath the sun. Your laughter spun the air to gold,
By Sanchita Chatterjee9 months ago in Poets
Whispers of the Waning Moon
Beneath the ash-gray cloak of twilight’s sigh, a silver scar once split the velvet sky— the moon, now frail, her fractured face half-drowned,
By Sanchita Chatterjee9 months ago in Poets
What Time Can't Take.
When we are kids, it seems time lasts forever, and we are free to run outside with our siblings, cousins, and friends. The sun watches over us as it starts to sink
By April Kirby.9 months ago in Poets
"Echoes of the Soul"
Beneath the sky, so vast, so wide, I wander lost, with none to guide. The echo of my heart’s desire, Still burns within, a flickering fire.
By Sen Sab9 months ago in Poets
"Whispers of the Heart"
In the silence of the night, When stars above begin to sigh, A voice inside begins to rise, A longing born of quiet cries.
By Sen Sab9 months ago in Poets
The Space You Left.
The night you died didn’t feel real. To this day, when I think back on it, all the moments swirl together in one big blur. I couldn’t really miss you that night because, to me, you were still here — just sleeping as we all left the hospital.
By April Kirby.9 months ago in Poets