Sonnet

Ola Speedy Gonzales
Some of us will be old enough to remember Speedy Gonzales, the cheeky but heroic Hanna Barbera mouse who graced television screens. No one could emulate his Ai Karambas and Yi Ai, Yi Ai, Andeles as he raced around trying to outwit predator cats.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Poets
Silence
Sitting here In silent isolation. Waiting. Longing for your return Expecting a call from you everyday Never more shall I hear your beautiful voice
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Love Is Strange
This is actually an old poem. I asked Vocal to move it to drafts but it is inaccessible so they are working on it. Luckily I had a backup in Google Docs, so if they fix it I will repurpose the original.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Sometimes Friendships don’t last Forever
We once were close, like shadows side by side, In every laugh and tear, we shared our days, But time, it seems, has taken us for a ride,
By Diani Alvarengaabout a year ago in Poets
Watch Yourself
What is the difference between people and things? Mere objects; just there being, for a while Never knowing what it is like for beings
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
The algorithm of my past
Stone cold beauty like none other, when my eyeballs bleed I see the secrets of color. Life has a morbid way of showing it, but it just does.
By Natasha Collazoabout a year ago in Poets
Mother
My mothers tone is nothing like home, other women is far more kind than she lets on, If mothers are nurturing, why are her hands so cold,
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
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
Time's Triand
In the shadow of the past, where lessons lie, We glean the truths that time can’t deny. From echoes of yesteryears, wisdom springs, Guiding our hearts as the past softly sings.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets
Full Disclosure
Full Disclosure Your fair-weather friends / Flew south for the season. Their migration second nature / Still, it smacked of treason.
By Chris Zabout 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