i don't think im ready to talk about it but i want you to know im okay it's not something i ever expected how would i even
By Oneg In The Arctic10 months ago in Poets
Voices are refusing to be silent... The resistance is rising... WE will NOT be compliant! Now is the time to FIGHT... For everyone, United we stand...
By Luna Verity10 months ago in Poets
Herbicides glide on snide remarks As snakes slither in the dark Venom spit from the mouths of the unfit and witless As we witness our destruction
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
How much money you may have earned, How many papers you may have published, How many business empires you might have built,
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
Sometimes Creativity flows like a waterfall. Within one hour, I can publish six poems. Other times, I struggle to finish even one.
Every morning, at the break of dawn, He waits by the gate, on the cold stone lawn. His tail still, his eyes so bright, Watching for her in the morning light.
By Rahul Sanaodwala10 months ago in Poets
You walk, and the world slows down, As if the earth itself leans in— Listening, watching, Afraid to miss even a second of your grace.
Your eyes—two galaxies wide, Holding constellations I wish to reside. A glimpse, and time forgets to move, Like waves entranced by the silver moon.
One picture depicts All the things I crave for peace: Autumn backdrop of blazing old pear tree, Good books to tickle the neurons and
A platter of rose apple A rare fruit— a relative of guava and Java plum, was a staple of my childhood. So let me share an ode.
I imagine a garden I can afford seeds. I order and receive, soak them overnight, sow them with hope, transplant the seedlings.
Inner child is part of your subconscious— the sense of wonder, creativity, innocence, vulnerability, Alas, emotional wounds too.
