First Draft

To Sunderland; I Leave My Heart
1. Beautifully bodacious & blooming, but sultry in His approach, that is how He hesitantly hovered over My quiet spirit, until I found Myself drawn to every rhythmic wave of his harmonious hands taking the melodic sound down through His sensual shoulders, then releasing the next move with climatic collisions and precision so His hips made the decision to ignite this hypnotic process all over again.
By Andrew Littleabout a year ago in Poets
Verses of the Soul
Poetry is an ancient art form, yet it remains a vibrant and evolving medium in contemporary society. Modern poets continue to push boundaries, experiment with language, and express the complexities of the human experience. This article delves into the world of modern poets, exploring their unique voices, themes, and the impact they have on readers and the literary landscape.
By Sazeeb Chowduryabout a year ago in Poets
In the Quiet Echo of Empathy
Where life seems grey, When all feels neutral, a silent sea, A voice breaks through, whispers of empathy. A simple question, "How you doing?" they say,
By Monika Kediaabout a year ago in Poets
sensational II (sub 3)
This challenge kicks off our revisited series, where we revisit fan-favorite Vocal challenges with new twists. In this revisited verision of our original Sensational challenge, we're asking you to condense a world of sensory experience into just five lines—one line for each of the five senses. Whether it’s the warmth of morning coffee, the sound of laughter in a bustling park, or the scent of rain on pavement, we want you to take us there by engaging our senses in a precise, powerful way. The rules are simple, but the challenge lies in your word choices: you have just one line per sense to create a full, immersive experience.
By babycham about a year ago in Poets
Words on the Page
Sunlight spills across the paper illuminating every word. The soft scratch of pen glides like whispers through the air. Fingers feel the cool texture of the paper beneath my touch.
By Dinesh Nandabout a year ago in Poets
The Waiting Room
The smell of antiseptic and disinfectant is the best part of the day. The drab floors and flourescent lighting are making my eyes hurt.
By Hope Martinabout a year ago in Poets
Coping Mechanisms . Content Warning.
Faces flare maximum tint at post-its that cover floor through ceiling like a multi-colored confetti of desecrated Care Bears reduced to sparkly individuated mini-missives.
By The Dani Writerabout a year ago in Poets
Cagliostro’s Apocrypha
At last The charlatan has made his Vice a virtue Applauded all for Making it easy for anyone To defraud the whole World.
By Roderick Makimabout a year ago in Poets
A bright future
Seeing with eyes unclouded, the bright light, pushing through the fog, Closing my ears off to the hissing words of doubt,
By Just Danielabout a year ago in Poets
On healing in gallant echoes
I ponder over the hues of the zealous beauty of the sky, In the yonder of nothingness, time in its mirth passes by. The heavens and the earth, the kindness and the ugliness both coincide with their fate,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Dental Visit
Cool and non invasive the gel moves across my gums numbing me until it comes……then an unnoticeable prick from the needle tip
By Dame Cassabout a year ago in Poets
Our five senses
Eyes to see through nature's deception, Ears to hear through human deception, Mouth to taste beyond what is sickenly sweet,
By Just Danielabout a year ago in Poets