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The Rekindled Hope for Life
In the quest for the ebb and flow, In the hammered wheels of agility and the art of being slow. The due course of nature strides in its crafty demeanour,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
S.I.L.E.N.C.E
Serendipity in the syncopations that stir my soul I rise stronger, unexpected, Like a dove from labber-strewn ashes Ebullient, electric, esoteric
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Dream
This hauntingly daunting feeling The unreality of watching my dreams unfold before my eyes Watching them rip off their disguise
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Delicate
Being soft in a concrete world does not mean I am fragile. My compassion, My Empathy does not mean I am easily
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
8/21/24
The obliteration of alliteration Waiting for liberation Through visitation Living in stagnation The harsh realities of our society
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
WHISPERS OF THE DAMNED
In whispers of the past, I hear Unrighteous deeds that bring us fear Consumed by darkness, lost in night Abundance of sin, a woeful sight
By JDwrites33about a year ago in Poets
Canvas of the Soul
Painting speaks from the soul. When eyes light up, they see your essence within. ... Brush strokes reveal truths
By Ravi Dabout a year ago in Poets
Haunted. Content Warning.
Still, the bed laid untouched the way you left it that crisp, fall morning. Introductions were never my strong suit, Losing every ounce of love I once felt; faded away the day you left.
By 'Lissa Stufflestreetabout a year ago in Poets
Flashes of You
Screams of agony fill the room. Intense, painful, memories come a'knocking; Haunting images of you. Lust and love it was not,
By 'Lissa Stufflestreetabout a year ago in Poets
You Can Never Find
You can never find Mystery of everything alone I know a lonely path Which starts after death Come and die with me Never ever try to live Your life is mine now You can’t denied it You are trying hard But failing every time It is not your fault There is no easy path Come and die with me Never ever try to live Your life is mine now You can’t denied it
By Rahul Roaring RCabout a year ago in Poets
Willing
Joy is a willing thing if you are patient enough to look for her. You can find her in the wafts of steam swirling over
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Funny How It Goes
Once upon a time I felt like I was free Hanging in the sky Way up in the tree Time to go all out No soul is stopping me
By J. K. Andersonabout a year ago in Poets