Blackout
Home
Your house is where you live It is the place where you store your things Where you eat and sleep But home Home is a state of being
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsBizarre World
Friends become Enemies Enemies become Friends One minute you feel the Pain The pain become dull, you forget about it Until, you cannot do what you used to do.
Mariann CarrollPublished 5 months ago in Poets- Content Warning
Freedom flame
In the land where freedom's flame burns bright, Beneath the sky of endless night, A nation forged, a dream to share, With open hearts and minds laid bare.
Deepu KesharPublished 5 months ago in Poets Nairadeceba
Zoonotically chaotic, a world filled with life Yawning and yelling to tell their stories in this Xenologic experience Whaling at all hours of the day to attract a mate
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsYour fears
Fears, fears, you lurk around every corner A shadowy presence I couldn't ignore You creep into my mind A constant companion, always on my shore
Ahamed ThousifPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe precipice of poetry that seeks redemption
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
Hridya SharmaPublished 5 months ago in PoetsWorthy?
A hammer A sword in a stone A thrown waiting to be taken To be conquered by the forsaken To be shaken loose But it is you that must choose
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsSearching
A code in a book From a cephalopod god People roving the streets As ravenous dogs Devour the holiest of ours People scour to and fro
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsArt of being alone
Once, in a quaint town, lived a woman named Emma who cherished the art of being alone. Far from loneliness, she found solace in solitary moments. Emma spent her weekends wandering through serene landscapes, sketching the beauty around her.
Lincoln VRPublished 5 months ago in PoetsCrime City
In Crime City, the streets are dark and grim Where shadows dance and dreams are faint Police sirens wail, mobs roam Too bad this city has no place to call home
Ahamed ThousifPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe Wanderer
Behold!! The Wanderer Traveling the stars Both near and far What does it know It’s just a brain in a jar Come to inspect our world
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsSelf-doubt: the plunderer of dreams in the womb of young souls
How often do you hear the phrase self-doubt has killed more dreams than failure ever will? Our worth is often determined by the external factors that surround us. We are all conditioned to follow societal norms and adhere to the timeline that society wants us to follow.
Hridya SharmaPublished 5 months ago in Poets