No matter how expensive Succulent Opulent And fragrant They may be You'll never smell the flowers on your grave ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Frommabout 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
1. The Rose O crimson bloom, you bleed with grace, A velvet fire in garden’s space. Love’s emblem, bold and deep in hue,
By Dr Sazidul about a year ago in Poets
If I told you I was hurting, Would you turn your face away? Or would you sit beside my silence And let your presence stay?
By Nihal Khanabout a year ago in Poets
I found the book by accident, a thrift store corner, dust and quiet, wedged between a haunted novel and casseroles from 1983.
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
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.
The burdens that come always make you regret The bad burdens that you remember in your head It is good to remember the past, even the bad days
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Poets
The Girl with Kajal Eyes Listen, girl with kajal eyes, My days pass, helplessly, Looking into your eyes. In the heat of the day, if some clouds drift
By Rony Sutradarabout a year ago in Poets
The sun hides As the moon looks at me with adoring eyes My heart betrays me with its lies But my brain keeps me wise to my demise
Trauma is the spice of life It’s what makes the mundane enjoyable No matter how horrible It’s better being here than there
