I once loved a man whose heart was a vault not a metaphor, but steel-walled, coded, and locked. His chest didn’t echo
By Jawad Ali7 months ago in Poets
In lands where silence speaks in storms, And sunlight hides from shape and form, There rise the arcs that pain has known—
By Jacky Kapadia7 months ago in Poets
Step into the Echoes Beyond the Veil with Pookie & Vicki The veil is thin. The stories are authentic and, Surreal Some are spooky, some are friendly
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
I peeled myself again last night ten layers of skin shed on the floor naked in a room of mirrors that refused to lie. The last one came off slow
By Lolly Vieira7 months ago in Poets
I do not always speak the things that coil and churn beneath my smile the war just to exist, to breathe without a price affixed to every breath.
By Cadma7 months ago in Poets
Eraser Find the nearest mirror. Look at the face you see, closely. Think of what you did today. First there was that little lie you told.
By MCR7 months ago in Poets
Upon a pedestal carved in grace, Where shadows dance and stars embrace, A wand of power, old and wise, Stirs silence with enchanted sighs.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets
In twilight’s hush, upon worn wood, An ancient tome in silence stood. Its pages curled with whispered age, Yet danced like spirits on a stage.
In a velvet night where silence hums, A magician stands — the showman comes. With eyes like still and stormless seas, He bends the stars with practiced ease.
In the hush of a moonlit sigh, so deep, Where stars above and waters sleep, A single rose begins to weep— Its petals hold a dream to keep.
In the hush of dusk, a figure stands, A whisper carved by unseen hands. No face, no name—just shape and shade, A soul where silent storms cascade.
There lies an old secret in flowers so still, No face to be seen, yet hearts they thrill. The bouquet she held with fingers so mild,
