Ode

Dark Night
In the stillness of the dark night, where shadows weave their silent tales, the world transforms into a canvas of mystery and wonder. Beneath the velvet sky, stars flicker like whispered secrets, casting a gentle glow over the earth. The midnight hour cloaks the land in quietude, a serene embrace that soothes the restless soul. Each rustling leaf and distant owl's call becomes a symphony, harmonizing with the heartbeat of the night.
By Am@n Khan 5 months ago in Poets
Parking Lot
Parking Lot I did not expect to be thrilled Standing in the long yawn Of the parking lot Waiting across time for a ride
By Janet Theny5 months ago in Poets
Home Sweet Cat
We have weathered grief like seasons, You, a quiet thread through the fabric of my days. For fifteen years, in every home,
By Arielle5 months ago in Poets
Fish's on the Menu
Fiiiine days at the end of a long... week. Bones a little more fried. Bread, please. Batter at plates, crispy handed swings...
By K.A. Smith5 months ago in Poets
The Fool of Frost and Moss
Oh Ormon the Goblin, a gnomish soul drawn north, With maps in his satchel and compass leading forth. He marched on with gnomish delight,
By AJ5 months ago in Poets
PAKISTAN
Place where Love, Care, and dignity exists A home where you feel free, no handcuffs on wrists Kings and Queens, live in every corner and dorm
By Maryam Batool5 months ago in Poets
Scenery of Society
Julio, every summer you come back and make me relive these tortuous memories. Julio, do you remember the day you almost drowned? I do. Julio, I can't escape your punishment. Julio, I want to know why you cursed me. Julio, I remember our difficult times before July, when we couldn't start over.
By Ca$imuz5 months ago in Poets
Extinguishing Andúril
Gondor called for aid But all the cards had been played No one rode out Because Gondor had alienated all of Middle Earth
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
Humboldt Street
Rolling down Humboldt St., Crossing over Driggs. Horse and carriage back in the day, rolling over the cobblestone street.
By Joe Boesch5 months ago in Poets
PAPA-RAZZI
prior to these words, pictures were in real time as my grandpa was placed on his favorite sofa seat, to plunge into the Black Lagoon, but he is no creature.
By amiracdotes5 months ago in Poets
Detest Protest of the Absurd
This song is a prayer wrapped in rhythm, a Native rock anthem forged in the fire of injustice and clarity. I created both the lyrics and instrumental music to honor ancestral resilience and speak truth to chaos. It’s a sonic protest and a sacred offering. May it stir something deep within you and awaken what’s been waiting.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 6 months ago in Poets
"Orange". Top Story - August 2025.
Orange areas on my skin... reality— the areas are brown, areas, tan. Am I an animal? Am I sand? Will I be extinct just as I stand?
By K.A. Smith6 months ago in Poets