First Draft

Silent Cries
Echoes of an Empty Room In the hollow chambers of my mind, Echoes of whispers, once so kind, Now linger like a fading song, In the silence where you belong.
By Sazeeb Chowduryabout a year ago in Poets
Whatever, Now What Can I Write?
My direction right now is nonsense I know it makes no sense how can I be productive when I am not going anywhere but I am not Sam
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
Drowning
Nobody tells you that when you're drowning, You learn how to tread water. -I learned to breathe under water Chloe Rose Violet🌹
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹about a year ago in Poets
Hibakusha
In that light, that heat... Atomic truth; godless pain. They know; we forget. Children’s Peace Monument (Hiroshima) *
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Superman
Look! Up in the sky It’s a bird. It’s a plane. No Just a lame hero ***** This lets me double down on challenges, since it works for both the Sky Ku challenge and Matthew Fromm’s challenge.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Laughter Therapy
In a world where stress and challenges often dominate our lives, laughter truly is the best medicine. It lifts our spirits, strengthens our bonds, and offers a refreshing escape from the daily grind. Laughter therapy, or the use of humor to promote overall health and wellness, reminds us to find joy in the everyday and embrace the unexpected. Here are some hilarious tales to brighten your day and bring a smile to your face.
By Sazeeb Chowduryabout a year ago in Poets
Neon Thoughts. Top Story - October 2024.
I dream in neon colors and swallow toxic fumes That hover and glitter and glow green In the dark abyss of night but it's alright
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
Memory Lane
The glimpses of time past flash through my eyes, As I reminisce on the greatness of yesterday, It almost feels like it were today, The sizzling aroma of a once great personality, Grasping onto me like a dazzling prince, I do wish I could go back to that day, When things were all red and rosy, And I didn't have to question my very existence, But I can't go back, Reality stares me in the eyes and screams loudly, 'Hey you, wake up from your slumber! It's time to face life; to face me,' I have to wake up, I have to face this scary reality, And fight so hard to make a change, Posterity depends on my success, I cannot and will not fail, It's time to rise up; to wake up from my slumber and fight, I must fight until I win!
By Maud Agyemang-Gyau about a year ago in Poets
Call Me Super Self
I am in love with the idea of the ''super'' self; the self that surpasses all expectations, the self that crushes the mundane,
By YonathanJabout a year ago in Poets
Sausage Party
You invited me Promised it was a party No sausage here please This is for Matthew Fromm's Bad Movie Review Challenge thing:
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Ruptured
From this bed, a satellite, I orbit our fragile blue sphere, A membrane thin as the sheets that envelop us here. You're a speck on rust-red rock, a hidden, precious thing,
By Mzwandileabout a year ago in Poets
Potion of UniVERSE
Happiness has its own substance, essence captive in small glasses, ordained by calendars, aroused in time loops; Conjunctively we form potion of uniVerse
By Stefanie Stancuabout a year ago in Poets