Ode

Love Yourself. Top Story - October 2024.
Love yourself. Put nothing of lesser value above yourself. Make sure your acts of good are done to self. You have unique aura. No one can hurt it.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
Mother's Day 2024
I do it all for you You’re the only one I want to impress I don’t want you to know I struggle at times I want to show you I can make it to the top of the world
By Joshua Bullabout a year ago in Poets
The Harbinger’s Lullaby
In shadows deep where phantoms creep, A specter stirs, the lost souls weep. With hollow eyes like pits of despair, He beckons softly,
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Poets
Mosh Pit
Welcome to the mosh pit Stay home If you’re afraid to get hit There are no enemies here Just friends and good times Our music doesn’t always rhyme
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Last Words
See you tomorrow The last words I heard you say Above, still you see
By Alaine Hayabout a year ago in Poets
Broken Melodies
Echoes of Longing In the quiet of the night, I hear, The echoes of your voice so near, A whisper on the wind’s soft breath, A haunting song of love’s regret.
By Sazeeb Chowduryabout a year ago in Poets
Wounded Hearts
Silent Yearnings In shadows where my heart does dwell, A love unspoken, none can tell, Your gaze, a light I cannot claim, A silent yearning, endless flame.
By Sazeeb Chowduryabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of Time
In the quiet dusk where shadows sway, The winds of memory softly play. Whispers of time in fleeting flight, Chasing the remnants of fading light.
By Iram zahid about a year ago in Poets
I’ve Met Her
I’ve met her. She was sitting by the window, bathed in the soft glow of fading sunlight, fingers moving rhythmically over her video game controls, music quietly wrapping around her like a shield from the world. Her mind whirled with thoughts—thoughts of not belonging, of standing apart from her peers, wondering if they ever truly saw her. Did they like her? Or was she invisible, fading into the background like the light slipping behind the clouds? She wore a mask, hiding her true self because the fear of judgment. Scared to be called strange. Scared to be different.
By Nicole Hurdleabout a year ago in Poets
Eternal Verse
Eternal Verse Though one day I shall turn to dust, To preserve my poetry is a must. My words will linger, simple and clear,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Remade In Flames
Broken towers burn Fright induced terror’s changes Now the world is new
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
A Descent Into Madness
When the night falls still and the clock stands mute, Where shadows crawl in dark pursuit, A scream erupts—a sound unreal,
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Poets