Cinquain
Sex and love story
Few human emotions entwine as deeply and passionately as sex and love in the maze of human emotions. They are the soul's twin flames, illuminating everyone who dares to dance in their flickering light with a spell of passion and devotion. But hidden behind the creases of this intricate embroidery is a story that goes well beyond the sensuality of desire and explores the fundamentals of closeness and connection.
Kazi Hasebul Hasan NaimePublished about a month ago in PoetsRoll the Dice
No, no, no, I'm not asking anyone to pack a suitcase for a trip to Vegas. What I AM doing is suggesting that everyone has periods of uncertainty. You feel dragged out of your comfort zone and anxious because you've no idea what is to happen next.
Michelle LiewPublished about a month ago in PoetsDoes traumatic darkness engulf the light that one embodies?
The unsatiated anger that blinded the sights of glee, In the erratic ferocity of animosity, he pushed away the light that everyone could see.
Hridya SharmaPublished about a month ago in PoetsKeys
My keys don’t jingle jangle They’re a tale of tales A web of confusion Sewn to protect what I hold dear A tool A mechanism
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsThe Last Line
I’ve been the last line to many Just another pretty penny A daring glance A lark A shot in the dark A tree that harkens you to rub against its bark
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in Poets- Content Warning
Proofs and Theories
The simmering terrors of its essence set its fangs deep, Trembling with the exasperation of toil, I tirelessly strive in the endeavours of the promises to keep
Hridya SharmaPublished about a month ago in Poets Cosmos
Three bodies floating through reality Circling around a center None dare enter For if any one has full control All falls apart
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsPeers
Waking up to the uncomfortable reality I have no peers Or if I do they’re nowhere near We are all scattered across the earth
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in Poets3/22/24
It is imperative To remember Suffering is not comparative A loss is a loss No matter how much or little the cost may seem to you
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsThe Entertainment-2
What would life be like if someone got to know us The real us The one inside The one we always hide The child that never grew up
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsMaking up Memory
I often lose myself wandering in the long-lost hues of the sky, I often wander in the dreams of what beyond eternity lies.
Hridya SharmaPublished about a month ago in PoetsTruck Of Dreams
Here it comes, an 18-wheeler bursting from a sunset so pink and golden as to make my eyes tear up and wonder if they're seeing right.