By Nadeem Shah I. The Wind Remembers The wind does not forget It gathers our yesterdays And scatters them gently across the pines—
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Poets
How oft are we reminded day to day, that our freedom is fought for paid in blood, yet when exercised constraints array, freedom is a concept mired in mud.
By Alexander Stoddart6 months ago in Poets
Introduction Another stunning painting by Scott Bateman that I discovered when The Reiki Cat Lady shared it here This is where it is on Scott's page:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is inspired by my Muse's love of mythology and history, especially around the Mediterranean, and Egypt was a major player in ancient times.
Tempest clouds converge above wind whipped seas As fierce waves thrash rocks and crash against cliffs. Splashes spray up on an empty lighthouse,
By Anna6 months ago in Poets
Just because my cover is weathered and torn And my pages are a little worn Don’t look at me and scorn For I’ve been a thousand places
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
Pour wine, close the curtains, put a record, lean on the bar, the walls mark the edge of the universe — ten steps to the window
By Evgeny Kim6 months ago in Poets
It is easy to resent the critic Who tastes and judges but seldom prepares Attached to a specific aesthetic Pointing out that what you love needs repairs
By D. J. Reddall6 months ago in Poets
An untethered soul strolls through the wind No end Nowhere to begin Sinking and swimming with the tide Finding any place that will abide their vibe
In a meadow kissed by morning light, A blossom stands in silent might, Its petals brushed with amethyst hue, Cradling gold in drops of dew.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
In morning’s hush, where whispers weave, A blossom stands with threads of eve. Petals painted—fire and gold, A tale of dawn in silence told.
Perched above the winding blue, Where morning paints the world anew, The eagle stands in solemn grace, A monarch with a timeless face.
