Khamoshi ki aahat me sukoon ki talaash hai, Kuch lamho ke saaye me apne gam bhulane na jane kyu aas hai, Duniya ke dastoor ka kuch alag hi hisaab hai,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Entry upon entry, endless tales, my stories demand my voice Clawing at keys, a trapped beast, that hungers to be freed from this cage so old
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Somewhere to go, Somewhere to be. _ Belonging and Ownership Or Longing to own Nothing. _ Finding adventure In the endless journey
By Roderick Makim2 years ago in Poets
Entwined in the eerie twilight Cold coming in as it begins Light’s shadow begins to sink in In it, we stare up in the wonder of midday’s night
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A woman's love, conceived with grace, exists in the region where hearts weave. She caresses souls with calm ease, her sensitive touch like a soft breeze.
By Praveen Pk2 years ago in Poets
I sit down where my creative juices flow. The digital composer azure light stings my chestnut orbs as the electric artist wakes. Words flow out my artist chamber
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
A Message from the Anunnaki: You did the Work, Yet there is still work to do. Like these fucking dishes. These dirty dishes never go away.
By C. Rommial Butler2 years ago in Poets
The duality of existence encapsulates the brevity of strife, Often called a dreamer, I envisioned what horizons that strayed afar looked like.
Life is precious Life is short Write your story We’ve all been knocked off of our emotional bicycles But we will find our way back on in our own time
PERIOLOUS CLIMB STRUGGLING TO GET BACK TO THE TOP Expressions of struggling and climbing to the top again a perilous journey of being human.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Everything is falling inline As if by heavenly design Interference divine In this life of mine I’m taking it as a sign That it’s my time to shine
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Enigmatic; this life is Corporeally enveloped. Languished momentum drives Impromptu revelation. Protracted yet fleeting.
By Amanda Rice2 years ago in Poets
