Free Verse

Echoes of Silence
In the quiet aftermath of our last goodbye, I find myself navigating the dim corridors of heartbreak, each step echoing with the memories of us. It's strange how the house feels emptier now, the silence louder, and every corner filled with the ghosts of our laughter and whispers.
By Pritam Laskar2 years ago in Poets
Lego
Let go and free yourself Take some time to relax And refocus your mind Just sit back and unwind for a while Let go of all your troubles
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You see my love
Let us go on a journey. Of discovering each other's love. Explain to each other how our love works. How each of us loves and loves without limits.
By Joe Bou Khalil2 years ago in Poets
Whispers in the Shadows
There are always lonely days, When the weight of the world bears down, And the soul feels adrift, Unmoored in a sea of doubt and frown,
By Dawnxisoul393art2 years ago in Poets
Golden Afternoon
Those golden wild chrysanthemums have been sprinkled into your heart As if they will never fade, they have started the journey of life
By Lucian2 years ago in Poets
Free Play
On a dark night, you are in front of me, your steps are as quiet as a god. Birds fly by, but they can't bear to flap their wings.
By Lucian2 years ago in Poets
Covid
These days people been passing can't even feel it Lock down restrictions don't wanna hear it Corona or just alone'now I feel it ,I face it
By MRS POPPET2 years ago in Poets
Post covid
Fast forward 4 years AstraZeneca, Pfizer, Johnson and Johnson, and CoronaVac. Came as our savior Roll out blast off the world is a healer
By MRS POPPET2 years ago in Poets
Pieces of Heart'
My heart is a puzzle, with pieces torn apart Scattered like leaves, in a stormy heart Each piece a memory, a shard of love and pain
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
The ego, out of control. Content Warning.
One tiny mosquito, Could keep me in the bed, One tiny insect, Could keep me in the bed, It made me destitute, It oppressed me,
By Esala Gunathilake2 years ago in Poets
In the Quiet of Being Known
In the quiet of being known, there is a solace that transcends the cacophony of everyday existence. It’s in the gentle awareness that comes when someone understands the rhythms of your soul without a word spoken. The comfort of being known lies not in grand gestures, but in the subtle nuances of recognition—where a look, a pause, a smile holds the weight of a thousand words.
By Pritam Laskar2 years ago in Poets
Tales of Torment
the world that torments me, is not of this world but of that, that is spiritual, powers not of this world that produce–
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets