Gratitude

A Harsh Plucking
Your rising resonance Unsettling the shimmering dust Loosening my Machine-tightened strings ᯓ★🎸 Vibrations waving At the perfect frequency
By K.B. Silver 5 months ago in Poets
Thorns of Our Heart
Thorns of Our Heart Three cerise roses, vibrant and bold, their petals whispered secrets untold. In their blush, a passion burned,
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
The Poverty of a False Victory
Pitiable is the man, Who mistakes your silence for weakness, Who calls your patience a defeat, And takes your courtesy as his triumph. What does he know? Behind silence roars a storm, Beneath endurance burns a fire, And within courtesy hides immense strength. One must pity such winners, Who believe that words alone are weapons. They do not know Some wounds are struck by silent eyes, And some victories are earned Through quiet prayers. True victory belongs to the one Who keeps dignity even in silence, Who hides respect within restraint, And who stands tall, Even while clothed in patience.
By Rahat naz5 months ago in Poets
The Curse on Hollow Bonds
The silence that hides raging storms within you, The smiling eyes concealing a weeping heart, The laughter that veils unspoken pain If they cannot see, cannot feel, cannot know. Such ties are nothing but a curse. A bond is real only when silence speaks, When it hears the language of your tears, When it understands the whispers of your heart Without needing your words. Even behind a thousand smiles, It still sees your sorrow, Even amidst a thousand burdens, It holds you as its own. That is a bond, that is love A shelter for the soul. But those who fail you in your pain, Such ties are better broken, For they are curses, not blessings.
By Rahat naz5 months ago in Poets
September days are bittersweet
September days are bittersweet A troubling month for me A month when the seasons change Sunshine is what we begin to see.
By Calvin London5 months ago in Poets
Death
Death is not an ending, but a return. A soft release, like laying down a burden you have carried too far. It whispers,
By Zakir Ullah5 months ago in Poets
Mind & Heart
Mind & Heart: A Journey Through Words I never thought words could save me. I had always seen poetry as something delicate—flowers pressed between the pages of a notebook, fleeting lines that sounded pretty but didn’t mean much. But when the world started to feel heavy, when mornings became battles and nights stretched endlessly, I found myself turning to the one thing I had ignored: poetry.
By Numan writes5 months ago in Poets
Crimson Sparkle
Crimson Sparkle In a world of glass and shimmering light, Blooms a rose of crimson, dazzling and bright. Its edges kissed by a sparkling gleam,
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Shattered Citrine
Shattered Citrine A citrine rose stood bright with pride its glow was ours it did not hide a rare jewel cut from flame and stone
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Thornless Elegance
Thornless Elegance In the garden’s gentle grace, a rose stands tall, A deep red hue, a timeless call. Its petals soft as whispers in the breeze,
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Bridge of Blossoms
Bridge of Blossoms A wooden bridge of tender grace invites the heart to find its place it arches high above the stream a quiet path a gentle dream
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Blood on the Scrolls
At the breast of the mother of invention I suckled from the teat of conviction In truth, I sought more than sweetness More than colostrum, rich in goodness
By Paul Stewart5 months ago in Poets