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Heaven’s Mirror
Broken I sat inside the darkness of my soul Desperate for a feeling that left me as coal Leftover embers burned in my heart
By J. K. Anderson6 months ago in Poets
If I Could Choose The Dream. Top Story - August 2025.
When I wake I think of nothing, my mind is blank but my heart is clear Then comes pulsing a sensation I love, a care for someone I hold dear
By J. K. Anderson6 months ago in Poets
Me and My Heart
Me and my heart often sit together in the quiet of the night, Like two old friends—tired of the world, but still not done speaking. I look at it, it feels me. I stay silent, and yet—it always breaks down and speaks.
By Solene Hart6 months ago in Poets
Too gentle to notice
Step 1. Wake before the birds. Forget your name for seven breaths. Let the silence between them shape your outline. Step 2. Leave your phone on the nightstand.
By Cadma6 months ago in Poets
The Nights You Don’t Talk About
There are nights you don’t talk about— The ones where sleep feels like betrayal. When silence screams in forgotten tones,
By Umar Amin6 months ago in Poets
Whispers of the Forgotten Wind
By Nadeem Shah I. The Wind Remembers The wind does not forget It gathers our yesterdays And scatters them gently across the pines—
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Poets
Political Twenty-Five
Uncle Sam...listen... Is it the time for a change? Give us the hammer! Are we there yet? * Thank you for reading! If you liked this, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
By Kendall Defoe 6 months ago in Poets
How I Disappear . Content Warning.
I don’t know what you thought motherhood was supposed to be But this is not it Just because you don’t use your fists Doesn’t mean you don’t hit
By C. Carlson6 months ago in Poets
POEM - Orphans of Virtue
They gather not in gilded halls where virtue preens and prates, Nor where the polished marble floors reflect self-congratulating fates.
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
Portrait of Her
Her image lingers, soft as dawn’s first glow, A canvas painted where my dreams reside. Her eyes, twin stars, with warmth and wisdom flow,
By Am@n Khan 6 months ago in Poets
Evanesce
It isn’t how you imagine it. It’s not a linear path to romance or success. Its fulfillment isn’t based on wealth or possessions. How you disappear into yourself is however you wish it to be. To envelop yourself within your own folds and crevices. Beyond any precipice or fissure holding you back. Every unique incision is another way to evaporate into miniscule fracture. How do we dissolve entirely? How do we dissipate suddenly? The only way to know is to simply escape. I aim to lose myself within the confines of myself. To explore every corner in the recesses of my mind. I will swallow myself and regurgitate into something new. To evanesce into the unknown but I know I will know it soon enough. I will claim what is rightfully mine. To find the center of myself as I become transparent. The universe will revolve around me as well as the galaxy. I will go into the void and be one with the grains of sand. I will survive in the abyss as I count the numerous stars in the infinite sky. I will shrink as I erupt. It’s not how you imagine it. It’s not set in stone nor is it preconceived. It’s taking flight to the middle of yourself. What makes you you? What secrets and desires lie beyond the surface of yourself? I can’t tell you how to disappear into oblivion. I can only wish you good luck as you search for the answers to all the unasked questions
By Anna Torres6 months ago in Poets
Senses
To stay Just far enough Away From the waste. From the blood And the pain Of existing On this fleeting plane A ghost subsisting
By Roderick Makim6 months ago in Poets