Prose

Love Letters I Never Sent
Love Letters I Never Sent ✒️ By Ali Asad Ullah I wrote you letters you’ll never see, Folded like secrets, inked carefully.
By Ali Asad Ullah7 months ago in Poets
All the Things Found & Forgotten
June 26: Temporal Inventory Records - Catalog secondhand objects with their attached timeline fragments. Include detailed provenance for each item’s emotional history. Use both retail and historical terminology. Consider how objects carry multiple stories simultaneously. End with finding an object that connects past and future. - Daily Poetry Writing Prompts 2025
By Oneg In The Arctic7 months ago in Poets
An Imagined Protest for Freedom is Reality Becoming . Content Warning.
Once again, I watched the news, crying for the people, their families and the innocent getting arrested and disappearing in ICE custody.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
Sunlight
Surface glinting, rays scattering Undulating sunbeams cast aloft Near yet far, glimmering, cascading Light beneath cast above
By Taylor Inman7 months ago in Poets
The Pianist No One Saw
Beneath the concert hall, beneath the stage, in a corner that smelled of dust and brass, lived a gnome. Small, quiet, with hands that knew piano keys
By Ella Morgan7 months ago in Poets
Walking Into My Own Trap
I stalk a pale facade shriveling into the past heels scuffing on a fleeting landscape as the skies summon their subtle retreat
By Laerilee7 months ago in Poets
The World ends with a Whimper
Turns out the world ends with a whimper. Go figure. And it's all in whose eyes are seeing what, right? We meme-ify the bombs and whine while people die in sprays of blood and head wounds, and children are scarred, forever scarred by capitalism, by greed, by seeing the sky orange for a few too many days.
By Camille Ora-Nicole7 months ago in Poets
The Love of God. Content Warning.
The God's Love, is like a shining flame, No earthly fire, can bear its name! It warms the soul in darkest night, And turns all the sorrow into light.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Poets
Burnt Beans.
The beans burn again. I’d whispered the trick to keep them soft, but still, they curl at the edges, blackened. A quiet laugh echoes-not out loud, but in my head. What’s so funny?
By Test7 months ago in Poets
The Nine Gates.
There are nine gates. They don’t look like doors. They don’t open with a sound. But they are there, every day, pulling at the edges of the hour.
By Test7 months ago in Poets
Liminial
One eve, amidst moonlit stone. I whispered to my steed, “If I should fall upon the field, let not the minstrels mourn my shield. But say instead a lady fair, did tie her braid with such sweet care, I lost the will to lift mine sword— and in that pause, I loved her more”
By Karun 7 months ago in Poets
The Unseen Mystery
He keeps me distant— Perhaps a secret lies with Him. A secret no one can ever know, No question can be asked, For He Himself is the Answer.
By ArshNaya Writes7 months ago in Poets