I exist in a universe you cannot comprehend A world with no beginning or end An unplanned existence Full of survival and resistance
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
In markets vast where fortunes play, Economics charts the ebb and sway. With hidden hands and motives sly, It weaves its web through low and high.
By Samson E. Gifted2 years ago in Poets
Empath your empty Empath your tipsy Empath you fifty Empath you get me What’s left after the drop of your dime Who’s son can steal you shine ?
By Amourè Deezyy2 years ago in Poets
The horizon awaits the embellishment of its blending hues, To be dazzled in its beauties, to be unafraid of the unknown mighty blue.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
We all want what we want now. Nobody wants to wait. We all hate long lines and long waits. We want it so fast we're okay eating without a plate.
By Thomas Terry2 years ago in Poets
i'm afraid i'm made of tissue paper pull me gently and i'll t e a r my bones are shaky skeleton hysterics; jumpy slide out of my skin
By Belle2 years ago in Poets
Watch me pour out dry Delivering these endless Relentless dull lines A small haiku as a testimony for how writing can be dull sometimes, or our creative gears dry and unoiled.
The view astounds As the word bounds from the top to the ground I find what was said to not be found My soul resonates sound
In the pages of my memoir, I find, A tapestry of memories intertwined, Each chapter a journey, a story to tell, Of moments lived and lessons learned well.
By Betty Onesjay2 years ago in Poets
You have very beautiful hands, Strong, big, secure, In their grasp, I find my place, In their touch, I am sure.
By Ahsan Ahmad2 years ago in Poets
If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
