Snowflakes write poems in her hair, Each step a verse, each breath a prayer, She is the fire in frozen air, The quiet grace of those who dare.
By Mr Ali10 months ago in Poets
I sit here hugging the ocean And yet I hold nothing Choking on tears of fear Of futures lost Was it just a stepping stone
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
Darkness in its deepest sonder, desolation in its truest bareness, all embraced my shattered skin, Enclothed in the tightness of survival, the light that belied in its invisibility propelled me to keep my hope akin.
By Hridya Sharma10 months ago in Poets
Introduction Two years ago, I was going to write a Butterfly Cinquin that looked like a Butterfly. I failed and wrote a Fibonacci poem. Since then, I have found ways of creating what I want in words and visual depictions.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 10 months ago in Poets
In the quiet of the night, When the world feels far away, I search for pieces of my heart, That left me on that day. The echoes of your laughter fade,
By Sen Sab10 months ago in Poets
In the silence of the night, When stars above begin to sigh, A voice inside begins to rise, A longing born of quiet cries.
shakin out the cobwebs just to find somethin to say rollin like a celeb in my beat-up chevrolet always thought that I would make it
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 months ago in Poets
She arrived against frosty winds, A crown of ash, a path she’d lost. Under the snow, with lips reminiscent of wine, She kissed without anyone knowing.
By Rony Sutradar10 months ago in Poets
A compass spins, uncertain, free, Until a magnet's pull takes hold, you see. So too, our spirits drift and roam, Until a purpose calls us home.
By Tafsirul Talukdar luvdo10 months ago in Poets
If you find this poem between grocery lists and laundry piles— it’s for you. You, who forgets to count themselves
By Malik Kashif10 months ago in Poets
You were a poem I never wrote down. I kept you between breath and heartbeat, where ink couldn’t erase you.
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.
