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The Mask of Goodness
We post our mercy, polished bright, Animals saved in fleeting light. Likes like applause, gentle and small, Yet hungry children wander, unseen by all.
By Life Hopes4 months ago in Poets
The game of Cold goodbyes
With every man she slept with, She lived a little bit, Before she died a little more. Sex was a cage, but also a relief From the chronic loneliness she felt.
By Iulia Popa4 months ago in Poets
The Poet’s Lighthouse
M Mehran On the edge of a jagged coastline, where waves clashed endlessly against weathered rocks, stood a lighthouse unlike any other. It wasn’t just a beacon for ships; it was a sanctuary for poets, a place where words were as vital as the wind, and silence was never empty.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Poets
Before the Spill
The world tilts forward not sudden, but steady, like a glass filled too close to the rim, like a road narrowing under the weight of its own warning.
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
The Garden of Endless Hopes
I planted one hope, watered it with sleepless nights, fed it with sacrifice. It bloomed— yet two more rose in its shadow.
By Life Hopes4 months ago in Poets
Price of Liberty
A single shot across the stage, not from a battlefield, but a campus wall. The crowd gasped … some in grief, others in silence,
By Cadma4 months ago in Poets
First Discovery
In the quiet space between heartbeats, where whispered truths find their voice, she found herself reflected in eyes that held no judgment,
By Autumn 4 months ago in Poets
Strength in Solitude
There are nights when the silence feels alive. Not empty — not hollow — but breathing, whispering, moving through the air like a tide I cannot see.
By Farid Aslam4 months ago in Poets
Pebbles
Waddling down the beach of life The chill in our bones She squawks I listen In the distance the sun glistens into darkness
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
The Grasshopper Lies Heavy
The grasshopper lies heavy on a single blade It bends with its weight Swaying in the breeze As the grasshopper rubs its knees
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
How To Take The Host. Content Warning.
and so, the rite begins 1. piss on the powder for me, 2. anoint it holy water, let the body open,
By Fatal Serendipity4 months ago in Poets
this minute.
everything is different now. yesterday was there, while today is here. leaves crunch beneath my cold toes as i walk this forest path.
By Courtney Ann4 months ago in Poets