Remembering those fading dreams where he appears, Over and over, his melodic voice draws me near, My heart races when he sits so close,
By A.K. worldabout a year ago in Poets
I am the serpent, coiled in the chaos,Fangs sharp, dripping ink and ire,I slither through the cracks of society,Silent, yet my hiss echoes in your bones.
By Hasan Aliabout a year ago in Poets
Stop the morning from breaking, pull back the sun, Unmake the sky where your voice once begun. Let shadows spill where your laughter used to lie,
By muqaddas shuraabout a year ago in Poets
I started with nothing, not even a plan, Just calloused hope in a working man's hand. No golden degree, no mentor near— Only doubt, and a dream, and a mind unclear.
By Rahimullah Mohmandabout a year ago in Poets
🗡️Mythic & Noble🗡️ She stands where warriors once knelt— a horned guardian draped in fire and fate. Legends do not speak her name aloud—
By Rony Sutradarabout a year ago in Poets
Mind is in turmoil. Am I sane? Is this real life? Don't know this madhouse. * An acrostic and a senryu. I have Susan Fourtané to thank for the inspiration. You should check her out here:
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Love at First Glance One Glance. One Risk. One Forever. Poetry: First Glance A single look—just one, no more, A spark that set my soul aflame.
By Am@n Khan about a year ago in Poets
Toxic relationship between Hurting and hoping Eventually, a limit is reached Many emotions flooding Each person has their own perception
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Lazy days In a daisy haze Whenever I see them I think of you I think of the happy times When life was rough but bearable
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath the moon's watchful glow, Where rivers of silence fiercely flow, Voices are born from whispered dreams, Stretching beyond the seams.
By Ishaq Ahmadzai about a year ago in Poets
Stopping the stressful thoughts Intense feelings being released Gearing towards freedom Hoping for peace
A soldier in civvies / an army of one / marched into a pizza joint / brandishing a long gun. His mission for naught / He only fired a single shot /
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
