I am tired in ways the sun can never warm, bones humming like streetlights that never turn off. They call it resilience and strength
By Cadma3 months ago in Poets
I was born twenty years too late to save a woman already unraveling. the apparent and ignored firestorm I came into the world a decade after the warning signs,
O patient sentinel of silver light, I write to you beneath your gaze tonight. You’ve lingered long above my quiet days,
By Musulyn M (MUSE)3 months ago in Poets
In a small shop on a quiet street, where time and patience often meet, an old man works with gentle hands, repairing clocks from distant lands.
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
I speak in rhymes and mysteries Because that’s how I think My brain shittles riddles because it titillates my neurons It is how I do my best to get along in this world
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
I. In the darkest of nights when nothing stirs, and the sound of silence rules with a deafening roar, the lights
By Dean Traylor3 months ago in Poets
In a world of screens and endless noise, Where every thought was just a click, There stood a library of special books That made the weary souls feel sick.
Don't mistake my quiet for an empty sky, It's just a different galaxy drifting by. While others are a roaring, bustling town,
I don’t write poems I am possessed by the them I speak for those that are otherwise silent I speak for the nonviolent I write as witness to those hemmed in on all sides
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
I thought you were my friends the deep conversations and endless laughs, all the promises... that meant nothing. You left me.
By Sahil Rawat4 months ago in Poets
I edged along the abyss, where even Death seemed generous. I spoke to lifeless clouds, conversation after conversation, no response.
By Natasha Collazo4 months ago in Poets
I want to feel normal again Not to go back where we began But the ephemeral euphoric place between The then and now The only question is
