Senryu

Encounter a poet outside his poems
The duality of existence encapsulates the brevity of strife, Often called a dreamer, I envisioned what horizons that strayed afar looked like.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Life-2
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
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Mirror, Mirror
Fogged over mirror Obscures the vanity and unveils character ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
A Broken Telephone
One of my favourite childhood games was one my classmates fondly termed 'Broken Telephone.' The game entailed passing a message to people in a line until the last person received it. The last person usually received a distorted version of the message.
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
Rainy Skipping. Top Story - April 2024.
Skipping around town, the coolness of the downpour, with no umbrella.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
Don’t call us dead
Standing behind the wall, forbidden to look tall, To be the dainty taste for a man’s unsatiated hunger, The tale of a woman’s right to emancipation has seen it all.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Pain
Pain What is pain? Pain is only feeling the rain On a sunny day Pain is being alone in a crowded room Pain is not having them around
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Voice
Inspiration can come from anywhere But the voice always comes Sometimes it’s a roar Sometimes it’s a hum Sometimes it comes when I’m too busy with life to write
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Reluctant Departure
This food is for you, don’t fly now because of me, walk away slowly.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
Misaligned Arrows
Have you been satisfied with a discussion, only to find to your dismay that everything you've said has been completely misinterpreted?
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin2 years ago in Poets
Skins Dance
The day becomes warm, a breeze dances on the skin, my neck is burning.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
Hair's Embrace: A Lover's Veil. Content Warning.
In shadows draped, her hair cascades, A veil that hides the moon's soft gaze, Yet in its depths, a mystery lies, A lover's heart, where passion flies.
By Shan Zain2 years ago in Poets