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 7 months ago in Poets
How to disappear. Need to fix my perspective. Washing my soul clean. This is my frontier. And this is my directive. Existing half seen
By Colt Henderson7 months ago in Poets
Shapes cut from the walls, decorated around the room. Eyes open, but no image consumed— thoughts like visions painting the mind.
By Marcus Hill7 months ago in Poets
Unfulfilled space— personally occupied without intention. Open minds trapped inside lobes of thought. Constantly searching for answers,
The Battle of Jungle Rock They came at dusk, no warning cry just drums that thudded low and dry the trees grew still, the sky turned black
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
When I was younger I thought things would keep getting better I did not imagine constant hurdles An uphill battle
By vijay sam7 months ago in Poets
They found his shoes under the bed, still small, still neat. Laces tied by a mother’s hand — who used to hum him to sleep.
By Emma 7 months ago in Poets
No bell rang No teacher stood But every corner Had a lesson The street Didn’t teach me math But I learned What hunger multiplies
By Hazrat Usman Usman7 months ago in Poets
I stood in front of it Not to fix my hair Not to smile But to ask who I was The mirror stared Like it always had Cold Quiet Cruel
I wrote my hopes on paper wings, Folded them fast with secret things. And launched them toward the silver night, Where maybe stars would read and write.
By Mahmood Afridi7 months ago in Poets
There's a clock inside my chest, That skips when calm, pounds under stress. It tells no time the world can hear, Yet governs all I love and fear.
hey gave us cloth to wrap our dead, And called it pride in white and red. But banners don’t fill mouths with bread, And honor fades when tears are shed.
