Ode

She is a Rainbow
She is a rainbow- not the aftermath of a storm, but the bold, defiant bridge born within it. She does not wait for the skies to clear-
By Annie Edwards 9 months ago in Poets
Therapy.
Grief and love have gone to therapy to talk to my heart, and my heart absorbs every word, every emotion. It is a session that never ends, but my heart hangs on; it never gets tired of the way grief shares the memories of you, or the way love speaks of you as if you created the universe itself.
By April Kirby.9 months ago in Poets
Faithful Patrons
There is great joy in the faithful. Those who bring down their gifts like thunderous rain Humility is their cloak, their ways are always civil,
By Idara Oghogho 9 months ago in Poets
She is a Dandelion
She is a dandelion- a beautiful, chaotic whirlwind where anything is possible. Her soul dances freely, allowing Mother Nature to whisk her away
By Annie Edwards 9 months ago in Poets
She is a Starry Night
She is a starry night- the ink of the cosmos poured across the sky, painted slivers of silver thoughts too bright for day.
By Annie Edwards 9 months ago in Poets
Life is a Buffest Feast
I was thinking— Life is a buffet feast. You are not served a loaded platter. You get to choose what you want,
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
Peas in My Garden
With the lockdown panic, making life frantic, I decided to grow peas, to garden is to hope, after all. I made compost,
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
5/5/25
The sun hides As the moon looks at me with adoring eyes My heart betrays me with its lies But my brain keeps me wise to my demise
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
Trauma
Trauma is the spice of life It’s what makes the mundane enjoyable No matter how horrible It’s better being here than there
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
Girlhood <3
I realize now As I talk to my girlfriends about my failed relationship and falling out of love, and they order me food without me knowing,
By Mikayla Rose9 months ago in Poets
The First Kiss of a New Dawn
In the quiet hum of the breaking day, Where shadows linger, yet fade away, I felt the touch of something new, A spark, a light—so pure, so true.
By Masood Zahid9 months ago in Poets
Falling Forward in the Dark
I stumbled first, then lost my way, Each step a bruise, each breath a sway. The darkness wrapped its cold embrace, A never-ending, shadowed race.
By Masood Zahid9 months ago in Poets