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POEM - The Unrepentant
I. The Stone Heart He walks where shadows coil like serpents, thick, Through streets that whisper warnings, slick with rain.
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
8.17 Heartbreak
The hardest part of this breakup? Having to tell myself no- No, don’t text him. No, don’t call him. No, you can’t go back!
By Moni Staxx6 months ago in Poets
i (nearly) met him by the swing set. Top Story - August 2025.
there used to be a swing set here it's gone now lying somewhere broken like this tale and i'm the one who sent it to its grave
By Alexandria Stanwyck6 months ago in Poets
Slipped Away
She slipped away while I was en route, flying cross-country, my head bowed in sorrow, quietly sobbing An easy touchdown belied my troubled heart . Anxiety gripped me. I tried to shoulder my way to the plane’s exit door , but a woman in front of me checked my rush, ending hopes of a quick exit from the plane, but
By Andrea Corwin 6 months ago in Poets
Alanna in Bloom
Alanna in Bloom She wears her curls like morning sun, a laugh tucked gently in her sleeve. The world leans in to hear her hum,
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
Good Bye
I whispered it softly, like a leaf torn loose by the wind, a word too small for the weight it carried. “Good bye” is not just a parting,
By Habib king6 months ago in Poets
The Dog Who Loved Me
He never asked for riches, never measured worth in gold. His eyes were warm lanterns, telling stories too deep to be told.
By Fazal Hadi6 months ago in Poets
A Reminiscence
When I was six years old, I accidentally knocked a bowl of fideo off the kitchen table. * I watched in slow motion helplessness
By David Muñoz6 months ago in Poets
Woodland Lake
Woodland Lake I miss the days when I was a child and we'd camp in a trailer while our grandparents smiled. I miss the stories the told by the fire, the songs we would sing until we got tired.
By Dylan 6 months ago in Poets
"We Have To Leave Dad"
Write a poem that begins just as the world tilts forward: Just as the world tilts forward I knew I could live with this man
By Denise E Lindquist6 months ago in Poets
Dancing on Thin Ice
Dancing on Thin Ice Dancing on thin ice feet whisper across the glass every step a question every turn a risk I feel the cold below
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Journey of Silence
Part I: The Birth of Silence Silence is not the absence of sound, it is the hidden language of the soul. A language that cannot be heard with ears— only the heart can understand it.
By Janalam6 months ago in Poets