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Bird’s Song
Does the swallow sing in the cool morning light Does the owl howl its hoo-hoos in the cool of the night A rapturous raptor always evading capture
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Destruction
Empty houses Open browsers Corral us in A prison of not opening up Convincing ourselves we are free If we choose the prison
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You-7
I thought I was waiting for you But really I was waiting on myself I thought you were the one worth waiting for Worthy of more
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
How Could You Not Love Me?
How could you not love me? I was there in times of trouble, And I spent time with you by the double; I showed you that I cared,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
What Did I Do To Make You Angry?. Content Warning.
Was it that I was never kind? Was it that I spoke my mind? Everybody thinks differently, you know, but did I truly deserve to be abused and hit?
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
India- The food for our soul is love
India is the land of diverse cultures. Where we live submerged in the sweetness of nuanced flavors of customs that make us alive. Lost in a land of fondness, enriched by the tenderness of beliefs we all are different in existing realities, but there is one thing that binds us together-food. To relish the sweetness of life, we often taste the bitter vinegar of adversities. The melodious cacophony of joy radiates on our abode when the hours of plight grind the periphery of our strength.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Gentle Beast
From the east he roams Having never found a home of his own Always dragging his stone with him Wherever he goes it goes
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Small
I’m changing, choking, crying, lingering, laughing Am I the laughable laughingstock Am I the one who has been tossed aside, ashore, away, or flat on my back like a whore
By Melissa Ingoldsby2 years ago in Poets
I am in love with my sons teacher.
TLDR: My disabled son’s teacher is a better mom than his actual mom and I’m sad I’ll likely never be able to truly find love.
By sagar dhital2 years ago in Poets
Desiderata. A Life Changing Poem
Amid life's clamor, move calmly, awed by the cacophony, and The poem, "Desiderata," is a piece of prose poetry that offers a series of life lessons and philosophical guidance. The literal interpretation of the poem revolves around advising the reader on how to navigate life with a sense of tranquility and authenticity.
By Peculiar Beauty2 years ago in Poets
Bitter Greens
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Love Language
Listening to slow jams in other languages I don’t speak their language But they hear all that languishes in my heart They cut through the pain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets