Filthy

The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
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By Sexy Ass Storeabout a year ago in Poets
The Rekindled Hope for Life
In the quest for the ebb and flow, In the hammered wheels of agility and the art of being slow. The due course of nature strides in its crafty demeanour,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Dream
This hauntingly daunting feeling The unreality of watching my dreams unfold before my eyes Watching them rip off their disguise
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
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The obliteration of alliteration Waiting for liberation Through visitation Living in stagnation The harsh realities of our society
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Her eyes said
she couldn't find the words in a glance, her eyes said, “Fuck me, hard.” listless, he was sprawled like he was enceinte, a male prostitute of
By Melissa Ingoldsbyabout a year ago in Poets
Where Does the Trash Go
Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Arif and Farzana love story
Arif and Farzana met on a fresh harvest time evening in a clamoring commercial center in Lahore. The city, with its lively tones and chaos of sounds, felt like a material of life. Arif, a youthful craftsman with an unkempt facial hair growth and an energy for painting, was meandering through the slows down looking for motivation. Farzana, a writer with a peaceful presence and an affection for books, was there to track down old compositions and uncommon volumes for her assortment.
By Arif zamanabout a year ago in Poets
The End
The end of one world Is the beginning of another Like a child Slipping from its mother Life is a journey Of yearning We used to live
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
From Solitude to Community: My Journey on Foot
"I started walking alone toward my destination, but along the way, people began connecting with me, and it became a community"
By Mohammad Usmanabout a year ago in Poets
What is Love
Love is a whisper in the quiet of the night, A gentle touch, a soft and guiding light. It's the dawn that breaks after the longest dark,
By Isaac Ampofoabout a year ago in Poets
Celebrating the doom of independence
Celebrating the doom of independence Liberation in its precipice gallops in the abyss of glee, Callous whispers of unserved justice writhe the soul with pain that abhors the plea
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets