Holiday

POEM - Silent Confessors
Not priests in shadowed, echoing alcoves, Nor therapists in softly cushioned chairs, The truest listeners this harsh world proves
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
Nostalgic
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
Whispers of the Forgotten Wind
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
Mr. Manhattan
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
IT'S OK TO BE NOT IN CONTROL
The announcement comes over the PA system to board the aircraft. I pick my bag with my boarding pass and head for the departure gate. Walking through the hall towards the plane, I know that eventually I won't be in control of my life anymore, but somebody else would. For the next 4o minutes in the air, I have two choices.
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)6 months ago in Poets
The Mosaic Pine
Returning to my bed, on a quiet December night, I passed by the Christmas tree; Lit and adorned with baubles of various designs.
By Test6 months ago in Poets
POEM - Chomolungma: Mother Of The Sky
Not built, but breathed, from chaos’ forge, A titan born where continents collide. The primal roar, a seismic surge, Lifted this sovereign, stony-eyed,
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
Silence in Suits
Title: Silence in Suits Whispers in the hall, Power built on lies so tall. Silk-tongued men with poison pens, Shaking hands with selfish ends.
By waseem khan6 months ago in Poets
Book
Just because my cover is weathered and torn And my pages are a little worn Don’t look at me and scorn For I’ve been a thousand places
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
My Brain Left the Group Chat: A Day in the Life of Everyday Confusion
Some days feel like your brain has packed its bags and gone on vacation without telling you. You wake up, and from that moment on, everything feels off. That is exactly the kind of day we are talking about here a comedy of small mistakes, forgotten chores, and snack cravings, all mixed together into one messy but very real experience.
By Shahzaib6 months ago in Poets
Vagari
An untethered soul strolls through the wind No end Nowhere to begin Sinking and swimming with the tide Finding any place that will abide their vibe
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
"Whisper of a Wildflower"
In a meadow kissed by morning light, A blossom stands in silent might, Its petals brushed with amethyst hue, Cradling gold in drops of dew.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets