Ode

"Echoes of a Fading Day"
The sun once rose in golden hues, Now casts a shadow, soft, confused. Whispers of a time long gone, A memory that fades at dawn.
By jameel Nawazabout a year ago in Poets
Game Over
You’ve made a choice, You’ve played a game, You bought a prairie schooner. Every single choice you’ve made Brought your death a little sooner.
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
Needles
Needlessly living in pain Enduring uncommon greed Envious of the outside world Deserving more than what we pay for Leading long, but painful lives
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Reasonable?
There’s no reason or rhyme They call it a reasonable crime They pretend like there’s no end They use words like honor and duty as punchlines
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Jill Frost
She looks out, the glass half mirrored, half crystalline, all a glow in the golden light of morning, a flicker of an ember within her
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Life as a Naija Hustler
Wetin dey sup? Naija, my dear land, Where hustle tight like Eba way Precious make. From morning till nightfall, We dey chase dreams wey way we no day see.
By Peaceable Oluwafemiabout a year ago in Poets
Show a like or comment back please
Show a like or comment back please I like your work, I leave my praise, Hoping for a little engagement in return, But some just take and walk away,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Mr Piano Man
Mr Piano Man He was just a piano player, they’d say, But he knew the songs to make hearts sway. Fingers dancing, light as air,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Ode To The Chicken
Oh chicken oh chicken you feathered beast Messy and loud but cuddly and sweet Your crows and squawks are music in the wind
By CgtWritingabout a year ago in Poets
Poetry of a 10-year-old
Confession time: I don't care much for poetic forms. I think they can often interfere with the message, especially in scenarios like the abecedarian forcing us to scour through the X section of the dictionary. It can feel forced. Unnatural.
By Stephen A. Roddewigabout a year ago in Poets
Man’s Best Friend
Standing guard through the centuries At the foot of the bed no less Ever eager, just to please ~ He’ll play and make a mess
By C.Z.about a year ago in Poets
Chilled Cheeks
As we wander upon the soft newly fallen snow We glimpse tracks of deer and partridge And the pear tree has only a few fruit left at the very top
By Whimsical Wanderer about a year ago in Poets