Blackout

How Poetry Became My Portal to Abundance
There was a time I believed abundance was a matter of numbers—money in the bank, followers on a screen, invitations to rooms filled with important people. I chased it. I ran breathless toward it. And for years, I came up empty.
By Shohel Ranaabout a year ago in Poets
"One to Ten, Again and Again"
One, one, one, Little dog run. Two, two, two, Cats see you. Three, three, three, Birds in a tree. Four, four, four, Rats on the floor. Five, five, five,
By Nasir Khanabout a year ago in Poets
The Seed of Kindness
The earth lies parched beneath the sun, A silent plea for what is gone. I seek of God, what makes us blind To simple acts of being kind?
By Aima Charleabout a year ago in Poets
The Weaver's Prayer
The city sleeps beneath the haze, Lost in a labyrinthine maze. I pray to God, what makes us stray, From paths where love lights up the way?
By Aima Charleabout a year ago in Poets
The Freed Consciousness
My mind wears a collar, but the leash lies loose behind. They tried to straighten my spine— mold it into silence, teach it a foreign grammar of obedience.
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Poets
APES
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By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Saidnamyzo
We look down on ye from the shoulders of gods For we have vanquished the usurpers that have kept mankind in chains for two thousand years
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of Eleanor
In quiet halls and whispered tales, you walked with courage, fierce and pale, a queen of thought, a voice untamed, Eleanor—remembered name.
By Get Richabout a year ago in Poets
Where I’m From
Where I’m From I’m from cracked sidewalks and cicada hums, from screen doors that slap shut in protest and backyard swings that creak like tired bones.
By Get Richabout a year ago in Poets
Dance in the Shadows
There’s a dance in the shadows with red candles People in white dresses seeing the dance There were those who resisted to dance
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Poets
"Whispers in the Blooming Field"
In fields where roses gently sway, My heart finds peace in your sweet way. Like morning sun through misty air, Your love is warmth beyond compare.
By Mukhtiar Ahmadabout a year ago in Poets
Where Mountains Meet Roses and Bees
"Whispers of the Fountain" Between the peaks where eagles soar, And forests deep with ancient lore, A garden blooms with blushing grace,
By Mukhtiar Ahmadabout a year ago in Poets