It’s amazing how much of a house you can see with the front door wide open Gaping like a toothless grin full of warm white light
By Michaela Taylor6 months ago in Poets
How do you talk to the ghost of the unknown? What to do when you’re alone in room full of people It’s your personal rain cloud on a sunny day
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
Rich people around the world generally live quiet lives. To avoid exposing their wealth to others, No one wants to offend anyone.
By TheNaeth6 months ago in Poets
We gather not with placards or parades, but with pens, syllables, and spirit— in the ink-soaked silence of notebooks, where protest bleeds not in fire,
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
I. Seed (The Awakening) A whisper hums beneath the neon soil, a pulse of jade in circuits cold as stone. The garden sleeps in ones and zeroes coiled,
Before the sun ascends Through dawn's first clouds. Hold on to the now pastel sky- Of a late November morning. Let the waking world below
By Eric Pon6 months ago in Poets
Beneath the vault where silent stars convene, And seasons turn with purpose, sharp and keen, There lies a plot no earthly deed can claim,
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
Not priests in shadowed, echoing alcoves, Nor therapists in softly cushioned chairs, The truest listeners this harsh world proves
Moonlit eyes, remember the prize, of the hearts sonata, during the Christmas cantata. You squeeze my arm, and affectionately smell the cologne on my shoulder.
By Rowan Finley 6 months ago in Poets
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
He was waiting for me as I got off the plane. In earthy day-wear he looked rugged, relaxed; sure of himself, you know?
By J M Hunter6 months ago in Poets
