Filthy

Flies Buzzing
As a child, I danced. to the heartful, savage rhythm of the Native, the American Indian, in the Turtle Mountains, in the Round Hall,
By Bishnu Kumar about a year ago in Poets
Entwined Hearts
"Echoes of the Heart" In whispers of the soul, Love's gentle breeze makes whole, A flame that burns so bright, Guiding through life's plight.
By Pooja Vishwakarmaabout a year ago in Poets
Good Motions. Content Warning.
Maria stands in the shower washing herself Water dripping down on every inch Her neighbor knocks on the door Red robe on and her hair still wet
By Forest Greenabout a year ago in Poets
"To the Cuckoo"
(Inspired by the style of William Wordsworth) O bird of spring, so swift and sweet, Thy voice doth break the silence deep,
By Azra parveenabout a year ago in Poets
O, Beloved,Step Out of the Frame
Step out of the frame, my love, Grace me with your light from above. Your picture whispers, silent yet true, But my heart aches for the real you.
By mureed hussainabout a year ago in Poets
Dreams and Tears
Dreams and Tears A Conversation with a Night Girl Without Shame She was blonde, filled with blind femininity, A phoenix of beauty, whispering without a veil. She approached, whispered, and spoke, Words of madness, veiled in nothingness.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
If It Were in My Power…
If It Were in My Power… If it were in my power, I’d build a city, a magical tower. Where the flutter of doves in their gentle flight Would turn life’s song into endless delight. Where jingling breaths, like anklets, sing, And senses soak in the hues of spring. Where the moon would never fade or wane, And moonlight’s fabric would gently sustain The barren souls of a thirsty earth, Clothing their hearts with endless worth.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
The Desolate Evening
The Desolate Evening A sorrowful evening, a grieving heart, and endless solitude, Everywhere stretches the boundless emptiness of loneliness.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
What Became Of You ?
What became of you, with your wisdom of life? Why are you silent now? Tell me, what became of you? You parted ways, chasing new destinations, I lost my path after losing you; what became of you?
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
Up The Hill The Stars Appear
Up The Hill As The Stars Appear Up the hill, the stars appear, A quiet light, so calm, so near. Each step brings air that’s cool and clear,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Create a portrait where I smile while I weep
A Portrait of Tears and Smiles Create a portrait where I smile while I weep, Let sorrow be expressed, but not as a spectacle to keep.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
You’ll never return, I had to say
You’ll never return, I had to say, You went far away, as I searched each day. For centuries, in valleys, I waited for you, You came for a moment, smiled, then I searched anew.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets