If I told you I was hurting, Would you turn your face away? Or would you sit beside my silence And let your presence stay?
By Nihal Khan9 months ago in Poets
I found the book by accident, a thrift store corner, dust and quiet, wedged between a haunted novel and casseroles from 1983.
I got ghosts in my blood And demons in my bones People think the worm in my brain makes me insane But I say vaccines are to blame
By Atomic Historian9 months ago in Poets
Don’t call it gold-digging when you’ve built kingdoms on our unpaid labor— our bodies, our patience, our silence. We don’t want your “good morning” texts,
By Cadma9 months ago in Poets
Terrible things are happening outside. At any time of night and day, poor helpless people are being dragged out of their homes.
The sun hides As the moon looks at me with adoring eyes My heart betrays me with its lies But my brain keeps me wise to my demise
Trauma is the spice of life It’s what makes the mundane enjoyable No matter how horrible It’s better being here than there
In the quiet hum of the breaking day, Where shadows linger, yet fade away, I felt the touch of something new, A spark, a light—so pure, so true.
By Masood Zahid9 months ago in Poets
I stumbled first, then lost my way, Each step a bruise, each breath a sway. The darkness wrapped its cold embrace, A never-ending, shadowed race.
Tales of long-lost love, where a princess yearns for a man’s plea To be redeemed for her desolation, waiting for someone who sets her soul free.
By Hridya Sharma9 months ago in Poets
Grief does not knock— It enters like dusk, Filling corners with shadows And silencing clocks. It creeps into morning With yesterday’s name
By Allen Rihab9 months ago in Poets
Tell me, why are you so pressed? Please, just give it a damn rest. This job isn’t paying you for pointing out my flaws, So mind your own business, take a pause—
By Diani Alvarenga10 months ago in Poets
