To the ones who wake up with a weight they can’t name— keep going. To the hearts that break quietly on crowded trains—
By Malik Kashif10 months ago in Poets
There’s dust in the attic, and boxes of time— a wedding dress faded, a clock with no chime. The ghosts here are quiet,
A hundred names carved in the bark of this old oak. Some hearts still beat, some don't. The tree doesn’t know which is which.
Beneath my feet, stones tell stories— not loud, but persistent. A sigh of gravel, the hush of moss. They remember
It feels like I'm slowly disappearing through my own eyes— like something inside me is slipping out, quiet and unnoticed.
By Nuhan Habib10 months ago in Poets
Darkness was impaired in its transgression as hope seemed to find its way, A startling realisation, a sight to behold, one might deem to say.
By Hridya Sharma10 months ago in Poets
Suddenly, One Afternoon – Samiul Nirjon Suddenly, I saw her on one side of the road— I never thought it would be possible in such troubled times.
By Rejuan Ratul10 months ago in Poets
Clears throat. Is this thing on? I woke up today and thanked the Lord for today. Not because it’s Friday and thats good, or because the stock market is closed and I’m sitting poolside with a copy of Margaret Atwood.
By Natasha Collazo10 months ago in Poets
Mind-emptiest, mine deeply. I don’t mind? That’s merely folly, An uncomfortable presentation. The postponement of stillness.
By Paul Beckett10 months ago in Poets
Snap, hiss, boom— A burning in the air, a shiver. A dab. Cough, cough. A Space Cadet. kiss me like your starving, fuck me like you're parched.
By L.K. Rolan10 months ago in Poets
Some loves don't finish with slammed doors or bitter words. Some loves finish in silence. Not the quiet kind — the heavy kind. The kind that sticks around after someone's gone. The kind that echoes through empty places, through voicemails that never get returned, through memories that still have the flavor of home.
By MD NAYEM10 months ago in Poets
The things I want, I see with ease... They bloom like visions on a breeze. I see enough and more to share, abundance dances through the air.
By Denise Larkin11 months ago in Poets
