Sonnet
Why My Quiet Matters
I didn’t learn silence in the soft way. It wasn’t handed to me like a folded blanket or a warm cup of tea. My quiet was shaped in the echo after doors slammed, in the spaces where people spoke over me, in the long pauses where I waited for someone to see I was hurting. For years, my quiet felt like a bruise I couldn’t point to. It wasn’t peaceful. It wasn’t chosen. It was just where I went when the world didn’t leave room for me.
By LUNA EDITH2 months ago in Poets
Burn
Burn 🔥💥🔥⚡🔥💥🔥 Time And Time You Tried to Burn Me To Bring Me Down And Make Me Fail Never Fear, I Still Burn Brightly My Fire Laughs As I Hear You Wail 🔥⚡🔥 You Know My Fire Will Always Burn Never Be Reduced To Embers To Every Challenge I Will Turn And Your Kindness, I Remember 🔥⚡🔥 Now See My Flame Still Burning Bright My Stories Will Forever Be Fiery Talent Lights Up The Night It's There For Everyone To See 🔥⚡🔥 Every End's A New Beginning Fire's Renewed, I Keep On Winning 🔥💥🔥⚡🔥💥🔥
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 months ago in Poets
US military planning for divided Gaza with ‘green zone’ secured by international and Israeli troops
The US is planning for the long-term division of Gaza into a “green zone” under Israeli and international military control, where reconstruction would start, and a “red zone” to be left in ruins.
By AHMED KAZEKA2 months ago in Poets









