Filthy

POEM - Whispers Of A Growing Soul
Not thunderclaps, nor trumpet's blare, But subtle shifts upon the air – A murmur felt, not truly heard, The nascent stirring of a word
By Jacky Kapadia7 months ago in Poets
I need your -
I wander through the depths of the night My body searching for the satisfaction To this ache that consumes me — your fingers tracing me grabbing me inside me
By Tattoos & Tarot7 months ago in Poets
Watch Me
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
No Walking Today
💨💨💨💨 Wind blows strong today. We won’t be walking, no way. Wind, wind go away. 💨💨💨💨
By Calvin London7 months ago in Poets
Cannibal’s Call
The cannibals call from down the hall SACRIFICE!! To save our lives Or civilization will fall The end begins when the maws open wide
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
Money talks when voices can’t
Money talks when voices can’t Money speaks where blood runs thin, buys the lies, sells out the skin. Silence falls, but cash won’t wait,
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Til' Death Did Me Dirty
I wed for wealth, not love or flames, His touch—a curse I could not tame. His breath was meat. His skin was rot. I smiled wide and planned my plot.
By Nia Knox7 months ago in Poets
Ashes of the Silent
Not the boy who painted stars on the wall of his broken school. Not the girl who dreamed of singing loud enough to drown the bombs.
By Shafi Ullah Darwesh7 months ago in Poets
Vagina: The Myth and the Mirror. Content Warning.
His Voice Oh Vagina, how you have filled my mind and soul with your addicting and enticing role. I, like many before me, have fought to master this perversion of life — Giver of life, and taker of life. The power is immense, and the power is real.
By Clifford Kincaid8 months ago in Poets
Scroll
Scrolling, scrolling, down, down, down Through the death spiral of society Trying to wake up Wanting to make up for time lost
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
POEM - The Weight Of Splendor
Beneath the sky of burning gold, Where dawn unwraps its hues untold, I walked alone through morning's fire, With heart both heavy and desire.
By Jacky Kapadia8 months ago in Poets
The Last Vote
Ethan Clarke’s hands trembled as he gripped the cold metal railing of his balcony. Below, the streets buzzed with the fading cheers from his election rally. At twenty-eight, he was the youngest provincial assembly member ever elected from his district — a victory that surprised even his closest supporters.
By Arshad khan8 months ago in Poets