Sonnet

Girls just wanna have fund$
Don’t call it gold-digging when you’ve built kingdoms on our unpaid labor— our bodies, our patience, our silence. We don’t want your “good morning” texts,
By Cadma9 months ago in Poets
At Any Time of Night or Day
Terrible things are happening outside. At any time of night and day, poor helpless people are being dragged out of their homes.
By Cadma9 months ago in Poets
Safe In The Stones
Introduction This is my fortieth piece inspired by Angie's work, and I am grateful that she has allowed me to do this. This is a sonnet.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 9 months ago in Poets
To Seal Peace's Kiss
Skin like granite, and a call like thunder Men and missiles rend ramparts asunder A battlefield strewn with dead and dying
By Ian Read9 months ago in Poets
Good Night
He calls to me when I’m up and away Where dark and starless space replace the sky And if I beg enough I hope he’ll stay
By Raine Neal9 months ago in Poets
5/5/25
The sun hides As the moon looks at me with adoring eyes My heart betrays me with its lies But my brain keeps me wise to my demise
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
Trauma
Trauma is the spice of life It’s what makes the mundane enjoyable No matter how horrible It’s better being here than there
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
Nessie
Introduction I have just returned from an excellent weekend in Inverness, which included a trip out on the Loch. Our wonderful hostess, Susan, showed us this wonderful painting of "Nessie" by Kirsten Hel, a local artist, saying that although people search for "Nessie" every day, "Nessie" knows how to keep out of sight and keep the mystery, and this painting is the embodiment of the story.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 9 months ago in Poets
The First Kiss of a New Dawn
In the quiet hum of the breaking day, Where shadows linger, yet fade away, I felt the touch of something new, A spark, a light—so pure, so true.
By Masood Zahid9 months ago in Poets
Falling Forward in the Dark
I stumbled first, then lost my way, Each step a bruise, each breath a sway. The darkness wrapped its cold embrace, A never-ending, shadowed race.
By Masood Zahid9 months ago in Poets
I am an act of rebellion
Tales of long-lost love, where a princess yearns for a man’s plea To be redeemed for her desolation, waiting for someone who sets her soul free.
By Hridya Sharma9 months ago in Poets
Before Sunset: And Yet, My Heart Belongs to You
Inspired by Jibanananda Das' poem "Dujon" “Don’t search for me—you haven’t for years— And I haven’t sought you either— Yet beneath the same star— On the far side of the same lighted earth, We dwell— The world’s old roads fade with time, Love slowly disappears, Even stars must one day die— Mustn’t they?” — Jibanananda Das,(Bengali Rhymer)from “ Dujon”)
By Riham Rahman 9 months ago in Poets