First Draft

I think someone up there’s trying to talk to me
Every cul de sac looks the same in this part of town But mine is different somehow, it has to be And the birds fly low and one died in my yard on a day in September last year
By AJ2 years ago in Poets
A love letter to pain
Love letter to pain I have always talked about the nuances of love and beautiful warm fuzzy feelings about love, . But today I want to dive deep into the crux of love, the shades of grey behind the shiny and lustery surface of love . Falling in love is easy, but living with it forever is a constant battle. I am painstakingly and very candidly saying that, loving someone is the most beautiful yet the most hurtful thing. Because when you love someone, they knowingly or unknowingly will hurt you.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of the Rain
Softly falls the silver rain, A gentle touch on windowpane. Whispers from the cloudy skies, Bringing life where dry earth lies.
By Ribin2 years ago in Poets
Fireworks
Boom! Bang! Sizzle! The sounds of the explosions of beauty in the sky! Purple. Pink. Red. Blue. Colors painting in the night sky.
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Poets
I Find Me
In the blush of dawn, I twirl anew, A dance with fairies in morning dew. Dreams like whispers in gossamer threads, In daylight’s embrace, where magic spreads.
By Kel2 years ago in Poets
On storming with self-love in July
On storming with self-love in July Stuttering in the essence of my stance of who I yearn to be, The remnants of desires pierce the soul in a demeanour that abdicated the glee
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Soul Spirit
In the depths of the soul, where whispers reside, Lies the spirit’s journey, an endless tide. A realm unseen, where dreams take flight,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
My Love and Rain
In the gentle patter of the summer rain, I see her silhouette dancing again. Her laughter, like the raindrops, is soft and light.
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
Nalikalantibar
Nalikalantibar! I have no idea what this word means Or if it’s even a real word But it sounds cool I may just be fool for things that sound mysterious
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Full Tilt
They say to go full tilt But they don’t know what that means It means more than fighting to the hilt It means you have to be willing to take the hits
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Soul-3
I am a shadow of myself A hollow reflection of what I used to be I have become voiceless Because of other’s choices Everything drowned out
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Virtuous Woman
A true woman, who can find? A mother, a wife, a sister, a friend, A joy giver, a peacemaker, A ray of hope in hopeless situations,
By Maud Agyemang-Gyau 2 years ago in Poets