I am tired in ways the sun can never warm, bones humming like streetlights that never turn off. They call it resilience and strength
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets
I was born twenty years too late to save a woman already unraveling. the apparent and ignored firestorm I came into the world a decade after the warning signs,
O patient sentinel of silver light, I write to you beneath your gaze tonight. You’ve lingered long above my quiet days,
By Musulyn M (MUSE)5 months ago in Poets
In a small shop on a quiet street, where time and patience often meet, an old man works with gentle hands, repairing clocks from distant lands.
By The 9x Fawdi5 months ago in Poets
I speak in rhymes and mysteries Because that’s how I think My brain shittles riddles because it titillates my neurons It is how I do my best to get along in this world
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
I. In the darkest of nights when nothing stirs, and the sound of silence rules with a deafening roar, the lights
By Dean Traylor5 months ago in Poets
In a world of screens and endless noise, Where every thought was just a click, There stood a library of special books That made the weary souls feel sick.
Don't mistake my quiet for an empty sky, It's just a different galaxy drifting by. While others are a roaring, bustling town,
I don’t write poems I am possessed by the them I speak for those that are otherwise silent I speak for the nonviolent I write as witness to those hemmed in on all sides
I thought you were my friends the deep conversations and endless laughs, all the promises... that meant nothing. You left me.
By Sahil Rawat5 months ago in Poets
I edged along the abyss, where even Death seemed generous. I spoke to lifeless clouds, conversation after conversation, no response.
By Natasha Collazo5 months ago in Poets
I want to feel normal again Not to go back where we began But the ephemeral euphoric place between The then and now The only question is
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
