Don’t be sad, the sky still turns, The stars still shine, the fire still burns. Even on days the light feels small, The sun remembers, after all.
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
It’s been a long hard twenty-year night Chasing shooting stars, waiting for sunrise My eyes adjusted to the dark and so I couldn’t see
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
I could name all the freckles on your skin I could trace them with my kiss and make constellations But the memory of your body
I got ghosts in my blood And demons in my bones People think the worm in my brain makes me insane But I say vaccines are to blame
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Beneath the moon’s cold, silver gaze, A river hummed an ancient tune, Where lovers swore in bygone days, But one was drowned beneath the June.
By Sanchita Chatterjeeabout a year ago in Poets
Time is a myth the stars ignore, a trick the sun forgot to play. In lands beyond the edge of thought, the clocks dissolve and drift away.
By Bobi Dutchabout a year ago in Poets
He was never meant for halters, Not for fences, not for fields. The wind was stitched into his muscles, The sky was something he could feel.
In a world where we're constantly told to be more, do more, and compare ourselves to everyone around us, it's easy to forget that we each carry a light no one else can replicate. I wrote this poem as a reminder—for myself and for you—that we are not here to compete. We are here to be, to grow in our own way, and to bring something uniquely beautiful into the world. I hope these words bring you back to that truth
By Fawad aliabout a year ago in Poets
Don’t call it gold-digging when you’ve built kingdoms on our unpaid labor— our bodies, our patience, our silence. We don’t want your “good morning” texts,
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Terrible things are happening outside. At any time of night and day, poor helpless people are being dragged out of their homes.
You stand alone.It is dark and cold —the way you and Ilike it the best. I have always loved you.You usually have thisstrong smellunder your cover.
By Henrik Hagelandabout a year ago in Poets
I’m trying to make up for lost time I tried to find your number Turns out i only gave you mine Last September Now it’s halfway past June
By Hayat Hyattabout a year ago in Poets
