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When Life Blocks Your Words, Punch Back with Poetry
Have you ever felt like life just steals your creativity? That’s been me lately. Bills stacking up, endless work calls, family stuff, and somehow, my brain just… shuts down. The words I used to love pouring out now feel stuck, like they’re trapped behind an invisible wall.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh8 months ago in Poets
Poem - Earth's Frozen Tears
Earth’s Frozen Tears: A Wake-Up Call Written in Melting Ice. In northern silence, where white winds roam, Lies Earth’s pale sorrow, its ice-bound home.
By Jacky Kapadia8 months ago in Poets
Happy
I know what you're all thinking, what does ice cream have to do with happiness? Well happiness is subjective, looks different for everyone. some people prefer summertime attach it to a certain season, i prefer the feelings that come with it and what fits better on a hot summer day? ice cream ofc!
By AmynotAdams8 months ago in Poets
Power in the Wrong Hands
Power in the Wrong Hands They speak of peace with lies in tongues while oiling wheels of loaded guns their fingers twitch on coded keys
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
The Ballad of A Blue Boy
When I was a boy, fresh in the world, I nearly left for the deep dark below. I fought for my air, wrapped by a cord, Then soon enough felt the oxygen flow.
By caito8 months ago in Poets
My Mother Wore Stars
My Mother Wore Stars Some women wear gold. Some wear pearls. Some wear diamonds that shine under artificial lights. But my mother—my mother wore stars.
By Asad Khan8 months ago in Poets
Only so much
Some days, I feel like the worst mother in the world. My daughter hits to see what happens, laughs when she’s told no, and people think
By Diani Alvarenga8 months ago in Poets
Aanikobijigan
Aanikobijigan – Ancestor = 7 generations – great grandparents and great grandchildren Our Great Grandparents thought about what they would need, and what their great grandchildren will need:
By Denise E Lindquist8 months ago in Poets
The Light That Lived in Her Silence
✍️ Story: The Light That Lived in Her Silence There are people whose voices echo long after they’re gone—not because they spoke loudly, but because they didn’t have to. My mother was one of them. I never truly understood the language of silence until the day I stopped hearing hers.
By hammad khan8 months ago in Poets
White Roses and The Distance Between Us.. Content Warning.
The sun rises, releasing unknown colors. They shoot across the skies, kissing the morning air. Yet with this beauty to behold,
By Hailey M8 months ago in Poets
Transcorporeal
Electric rocks hallucinating in vain To further the destruction of the primate brain The veils of reality being burned To turn the world into a paradise of false profits
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
Never Empty.
One of my favorite things to watch is videos of people exploring abandoned places. It's something I've always enjoyed and something I'd love to do myself. As I sat watching a few today, I started getting some thoughts, and I wanted to write them down before I forgot them all. I hope I’m able to get the main points of my thoughts across in a way that makes sense.
By April Kirby.8 months ago in Poets