Prose

The Withered Tree Greets Spring
I am not a man of extraordinary talent. Among the vast sea of humanity, I might even be considered mediocre. Yet my life is no haphazard poetry collection. This time, I shall redraw the course of fate.
By Luna9 months ago in Poets
I Am Here
I remember it was in the four grade of elementary school when I fell ill and couldn't attend classes. Sitting cross-legged on my bed, gazing at the silent green hills outside the window during the lingering days of spring, an overwhelming sorrow enveloped me—a desolation I still cannot forget. At that young age, I couldn't articulate the reason for this pain, but the feeling itself was unmistakable.
By Luna9 months ago in Poets
Haunting Shadows . Top Story - April 2025.
They say forgiveness sets me free, But they forgot to mention the chains it first breaks, Not the ones that held the one who hurt me, But the invisible ones I wrapped around my heart, To protect my heart from changing, from dying, While trying to survive what should have broken me, While trying to stay afloat, in the middle of this storm.
By Peace Oputa9 months ago in Poets
she
At first glance, none of her features stand out individually—ordinary, even. And yet, somehow, they come together to form a face that is quietly, breathtakingly beautiful.
By Luna9 months ago in Poets
Returning Home on the Old Tracks
My grandparents held my hands as we boarded a green train, departing from Houston on a 25-hour journey that would sway and rattle all the way to Winnipeg. It was the memory of returning home from my childhood.
By Luna9 months ago in Poets
The world bends as the soul breathes anew.
In this mortal world, neither wealth nor poverty spares one from life's inevitable sorrows and afflictions—a universal truth that binds all souls in shared vulnerability.
By Luna9 months ago in Poets
The poet of rural Bangla
Jasimuddin: The Poet of Rural Bengal Jasimuddin, often referred to as the "Palli Kabi" or the “Folk Poet,” was one of the most cherished literary figures in Bengali literature. His works are celebrated for their deep portrayal of rural Bengal—its beauty, simplicity, sorrows, and joys. Through his poetry and prose, Jasimuddin immortalized the soul of the Bengali village and became a voice for the common people.
By Nabir Mondol9 months ago in Poets
Unadorned, the heart's harbor.
What do we chase? The glitter of achievements or the dazzle of wealth? When illusions dissolve, truth surfaces—these are but elaborate fantasies woven by the world. Fleeting applause and cheers resemble summer rain soaking one’s sleeves: momentary delight leaves only damp chill.
By Luna9 months ago in Poets
One knows their own warmth and cold; One crosses their own sorrows and joys.
In the river of life, each soul carries burdens unique to its path, treading a journey both destined and unknown. Spring breezes caress, winter blizzards bite; laughter echoes, tears pool. Yet the deepest truths dwell not in shifting landscapes, but within—where warmth and chill are self-known, sorrow and joy self-navigated.
By Luna9 months ago in Poets
Far Away Blues
Far Away Blues Finding the Light in Shadows Microsoft Copilot I wrote this today. I created this today, To move forward along life's pathway.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 9 months ago in Poets
Love Yourself
10 reasons why you should ''love yourself'' 1. There is only one person like you in the world No one else is like you in this world
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Poets
Irony of Fate
Life is unscripted, but desolation haunted me before any memories began; I feel as drawn toward it as I am to simply being. My life, my future, my destiny…tied to this certainty as if I were but a traveler on an endless journey to an always distant horizon.
By Laerilee9 months ago in Poets