Introduction: A Poet’s Call to Awaken “Raise yourself to such heights that even God, Before decreeing your fate, asks, ‘What is your wish?’”
By Iqbal 8 months ago in Poets
Undressed and taped, with a hole pierced on the duct tape, breathing the foul smell, life and death in question, my mind, unraveling the daring,
By Parvathi J8 months ago in Poets
1. The Ozone’s Full Of Shite The ozone’s full of cow pat fumes, not one of Earth’s more prized perfumes, it lingers low, it floats up high,
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Don’t call me brave. I didn’t climb out of the fire — I learned to sit in it Without screaming. That’s not courage. That’s resignation dressed as grace.
By Salar Khan8 months ago in Poets
I couldn't say it out loud, because if I did, I wouldn't stop. I couldn't say "I'm drowning." I couldn't say "I screamed until I tasted blood, because my check engine light came on and broke something inside me."
By Autumn Stew8 months ago in Poets
I Love Birds Not for feathers soft as sin or dainty chirps at 4am not for grace or hollow bones or nests they raid, not build as homes
Introduction: A Poet’s Bold Vision “Raise yourself to such heights that even God, Before decreeing your fate, asks, ‘What is your wish?’” (Asrar-e-Khudi, Allama Iqbal)
Eternal Embrace: A Mother's Love The Heart That Never Fades 🌸 In the tender cradle of her arms, a universe begins, Where dreams are woven softly, beneath her gentle grins.
By Am@n Khan 8 months ago in Poets
I forgive, so I may live more freely. You should too. Let’s do it together… Repeat after me aloud and fill in the blanks.
By Rowan Finley 8 months ago in Poets
You didn’t just lie. You planned it. Sat there with the others, probably grinning, talking about how to make me look guilty,
By Diani Alvarenga8 months ago in Poets
I have known my bedroom my living room my kitchen Now I no longer recognize them You are not there . I have known my house
By Henrik Hageland8 months ago in Poets
While We Sleep in Doorways Do world leaders care? or just play king while we sleep in the streets? They sit in rooms behind the glass
