Ballad
The Bear, The Man, and The Woods
Sunlight bleeds through the pines There’s a bear on the path before me A strange man approaches from the rear I run towards the bear
Atomic HistorianPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsSaturn is cold
My brightness is dark Waiting for spark Eyes still bold Sightless blind Saturn is cold Moon is too old Love catches fire
My descent to inferno
I welcome you to my corner of despair, pain, and darkness Where hopeless thoughts fill the air. It is very demanding
Kamal O. TouhamiPublished a day ago in PoetsBe where your feet are
Be where your feet are We often find ourselves either guilt-tripping in the past or ruminating about the future. The present is all that we have in our hands yet we tend to often forget the importance of living in the moment. In a world that constantly holds our attention, it becomes difficult for us to catch a moment of what our primary requirements are in the present, to catch a glimpse of what it is that we truly want for ourselves. Everything that you have ever dreamed of, wanted and will ever need, all of it stems from the present moment.
Hridya SharmaPublished 2 days ago in PoetsA Modern Dating Tale
In the period of swiping left or right and computerized romance, it's not difficult to accept that certifiable associations are more enthusiastically to drop by. However, once in a while, a dating story arises that revives our confidence in luck and the wizardry of human association. Such is the situation with the wonderful experience of Emily and James, a story that advises us that affection frequently tracks down us in the most startling of spots.
Kazi Hasebul Hasan NaimePublished 2 days ago in PoetsWe are The Cup and the Wine
We are the glass and the wine, two souls in one destiny, Offering a toast to love, under the divine sky. I look at your eyes and see, the reflection of my desire,
Hendrik SancheZPublished 2 days ago in PoetsA touch of eternity
In the yonder of the angelic light, Resided the beauty of radiance and the somberness of midnight The charms of the fleeting flair of time beckoned to her tune,
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 days ago in Poets21 lessons I learned in my 21 years of existence
I am 21. These are some reminders I give myself. 1)Be your light- Life fills us with moments of darkness and despair. There are times when we do not wish to strive and live the conniving thing called existence. Be your sunshine, light up your life with the courage of hope
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 days ago in PoetsGratitude
Gratitude To the ones, I am grateful to have in my life. Human existence is itself a convoluted rhythm of experiences that bring merriment and melancholy. It was often difficult for me to find goodness in moments of angst and dejection. Life is not always rays of sunshine, it was a mixture of light and darkness, hope and wistfulness, victory, and defeat, smiles and tears all placated in combinations in my existence. I believe contradiction is the beauty of mortality. The presence of dual forces has led to the creation of mankind. Humans are complex beings evolving every day and hustling towards their goals. But success means nothing to me if I did not have the right people to share it with. The ones who stood by me through thick and thin.
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 days ago in PoetsF'ed Up Little Red
It was the end of the work week for the hard working men. Little Red Riding Hood's father was coming back home. The mother sent her to an adult store with her ID to purchase some risque items. She had gone off to the store.
Sid Aaron HirjiPublished 5 days ago in PoetsHold on just yet
After losing her parents, Anaya felt that she was living her life in an oblivion She lost her interest in her day to day activities, and felt the world around her moving too fast.
Hridya SharmaPublished 6 days ago in PoetsSand Castles
Sand castles upon the sand Created from seemingly nothing They never know how low or high the tide is How long their time will last
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 days ago in Poets