Ode

A Little Bit Like Me
Who's at fault / for why she's gone? We both trespassed / and were trespassed upon. Oh, but, what a mercy / What a consummate lenity /
By Chris Z9 months ago in Poets
A love letter to everything I have survived
Darkness in its deepest sonder, desolation in its truest bareness, all embraced my shattered skin, Enclothed in the tightness of survival, the light that belied in its invisibility propelled me to keep my hope akin.
By Hridya Sharma9 months ago in Poets
I Wake Up, Feeling Grateful
I wake up with the canciones of pinzones and gorriones, on a new fresca mañana. I walk up to the ventana, lift the cortina,
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
The Heavenly Bridegroom and His Bride Pt. 2
She is clothed with white lilies and adorned with gold cufflinks. Her hair sweeps past her shoulders in a bun half done. Her veil is sheer and yet He can see through it just fine.
By Idara Oghogho 9 months ago in Poets
A Day With Grief.
When grief comes for a visit I leave the door open wide because in my love I was loud and in my grief I will not hide. I'll pour us a cup of tea and we'll gather out on the porch.
By April Kirby.9 months ago in Poets
Ode to the Sun
Intro The sun scorches, heals, and humbles—sometimes all at once. Inspired by a simple prompt to write about the sun, this original poem captures the raw, almost feral power of light and heat pressing down on us. Far from gentle, the sun demands recognition, and through it, we glimpse something greater—creation itself burning against the sky.
By Carolina Borges9 months ago in Poets
SHADE AND NOW FERTILIZER
Up there, you provided shade, Now you fall to become a fertilizer. ized
By Irene Mugang Narewec 9 months ago in Poets
Prickly Pear
Prickly pear, xerophyte has thorns and glochids. It's scary and impenetrable, but it blooms — cheerful, iridescent,
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
Even a Horse Needs Respect
Not far from our house there is a ranch. There are working horses who are ambassadors of the agricultural past of that region.
By Seema Patel9 months ago in Poets
What Time Can't Take.
When we are kids, it seems time lasts forever, and we are free to run outside with our siblings, cousins, and friends. The sun watches over us as it starts to sink
By April Kirby.9 months ago in Poets
"Whispers of the Heart"
In the silence of the night, When stars above begin to sigh, A voice inside begins to rise, A longing born of quiet cries.
By Sen Sab9 months ago in Poets
Walking With Love And Grief.
I always thought love and grief couldn’t co-exist, but in the two years I’ve spent navigating them, I’ve learned they aren’t separate—they are one.
By April Kirby.9 months ago in Poets