Under the enormous top, where dreams take off, A bazaar comes to town, a mystical sight. The air is bursting at the seams with music and giggling,
By zulfi bux2 years ago in Poets
Standing behind the wall, forbidden to look tall, To be the dainty taste for a man’s unsatiated hunger, The tale of a woman’s right to emancipation has seen it all.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
After years of trial and error I have become capable of wizard’s math: I can count on my fingers and toes who loves me
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
Every Black boy will have to see darkness… Can’t lie, though I want to instead Live life too good, and it’ll come for you
By Alexis Dean Jr.2 years ago in Poets
Pain What is pain? Pain is only feeling the rain On a sunny day Pain is being alone in a crowded room Pain is not having them around
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Inspiration can come from anywhere But the voice always comes Sometimes it’s a roar Sometimes it’s a hum Sometimes it comes when I’m too busy with life to write
The ground, once steady, starts to sway, A trembling giant roused at bay. The buildings groan, a mournful cry, As tremors rise and shadows fly.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Don't trust a smile. It's simply a smile. There's nothing more. It could easily deceive you. Don't believe a smile.
By Gloria Penelope2 years ago in Poets
The feeling It's a sensation. I woke up next to you. I'm feeling special. I feel fortunate. Opening my eyes in the morning.
When did I stop Listening to you Knowing your voice Praising your god Hearing your heart ache Watching your hands play piano
Papa Daddy drove his big green station wagon with wood paneling on the sides made me sit in the backseat in the middle
Across from me at the kitchen table, my mother smiles over red wine that she drinks out of a measuring glass. She says she doesn't deprive herself, but I've learned to find nuance in every movement of her fork,
By Grateful Mafiana2 years ago in Poets
