Trauma is the spice of life It’s what makes the mundane enjoyable No matter how horrible It’s better being here than there
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
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 Zahid11 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 Sharma11 months ago in Poets
The Queen of Hearts is The most powerful of all She has no heart, though. ~~~ ©️Susan Fourtané, 2025 - All rights reserved
By Susan Fourtané 11 months ago in Poets
It’s red what I see. Why did you hide it from me? Here, drink his blood now. ~~~ ©️Susan Fourtané, 2025 - All rights reserved
You laid down the law It’s my way or the highway Time for a road trip
By Andrew C McDonald11 months ago in Poets
The Clock asked the Time: What should I do with the time? Time said: time will tell. ⏰⏰⏰ ©️Susan Fourtané, 2025 - All rights reserved
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 Rihab11 months ago in Poets
Did you say tea time? I see the tea, but not cake. This time is just tea. ☕️🫖☕️🫖☕️🫖 ©️Susan Fourtané, 2025 - All rights reserved
Snowflakes write poems in her hair, Each step a verse, each breath a prayer, She is the fire in frozen air, The quiet grace of those who dare.
By Mr Ali11 months ago in Poets
How do I see you? You’re the cold-hearted who was. Not nice, but deserved. ~~~ ©️Susan Fourtané, 2025 - All rights reserved
