Ode

Hold on just yet
After losing her parents, Anaya felt that she was living her life in an oblivion She lost her interest in her day to day activities, and felt the world around her moving too fast.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
A letter to my younger self
In the precipice of who I am today, There was a girl who would sit and pray. The one who believed in the mighty blue,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Sand Castles
Sand castles upon the sand Created from seemingly nothing They never know how low or high the tide is How long their time will last
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Release
Pictures of you last dance disintegration for me too -- The fantasy came to me a beautiful lie; Was it a dream? I am free
By G. A. Botero2 years ago in Poets
Ganges' Eternal Dance: A Poetic Tribute
At the edge of eternity, where sky meets the stream, The Ganges flows, a sacred dream. Its waters shimmer with timeless grace,
By Shwet Prabha Baiswar2 years ago in Poets
Chennai Super Kings (CSK)
I sing of warriors clad in yellow, The Chennai Super Kings, their mettle fellow. Led by Dhoni, a captain astute and bold,
By Murali2 years ago in Poets
God will wreck your plans if your plans wreck you
The most benevolent outrage ever silenced were the gallant echoes of the mind. In the dreariest of tremors, the tiniest fragment of hope prevails,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Football Hero
HIGHSCHOOL FOOTBALL: Mumble, tumble, bumble, rumble Dropped the ball it's a fumble Ramble, scramble, grab and run Pigskin underarm greased up fun
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
A Mailbox Melody
Again he ruffled my feathers. Knowing well he will only pluck them out. I tugged my finger as I carefully watched it descend down the spine of the dotted fold in my spiral notepad,
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
The Eyes of Her
Her eyes pull like a stormy sea A stunning beauty stealing breath Knees go weak when locking sight Makes rooms seem brighter, eyes of her
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
Sex and love story
Few human emotions entwine as deeply and passionately as sex and love in the maze of human emotions. They are the soul's twin flames, illuminating everyone who dares to dance in their flickering light with a spell of passion and devotion. But hidden behind the creases of this intricate embroidery is a story that goes well beyond the sensuality of desire and explores the fundamentals of closeness and connection.
By Kazi Hasebul Hasan Naime 2 years ago in Poets
To my Grandmother and Grandfather
In the shadow of time, they stood, My grandmother and grandfather so good. Their love a beacon, shining bright, Guiding me through darkest night.
By Murali2 years ago in Poets