In the silence of the night, When stars above begin to sigh, A voice inside begins to rise, A longing born of quiet cries.
By Sen Sab2 years ago in Poets
Thank you for gossiping… That person is bad, that person is bad How good are you? Look back at yourself Don't like each other
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
A compass spins, uncertain, free, Until a magnet's pull takes hold, you see. So too, our spirits drift and roam, Until a purpose calls us home.
By Tafsirul Talukdar luvdo2 years ago in Poets
The sky once forgot how to be blue. Birds flapped around, asking the wind for directions. The sun yawned, spilled golden juice
By Malik Kashif2 years ago in Poets
To the ones who wake up with a weight they can’t name— keep going. To the hearts that break quietly on crowded trains—
There’s dust in the attic, and boxes of time— a wedding dress faded, a clock with no chime. The ghosts here are quiet, they whisper in threads,
A hundred names carved in the bark of this old oak. Some hearts still beat, some don't. The tree doesn’t know which is which.
Beneath my feet, stones tell stories— not loud, but persistent. A sigh of gravel, the hush of moss. They remember where rivers ran,
It feels like I'm slowly disappearing through my own eyes— like something inside me is slipping out, quiet and unnoticed.
By Nuhan Habib2 years ago in Poets
Darkness was impaired in its transgression as hope seemed to find its way, A startling realisation, a sight to behold, one might deem to say.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Suddenly, One Afternoon – Samiul Nirjon Suddenly, I saw her on one side of the road— I never thought it would be possible in such troubled times.
By Rejuan Ratul2 years ago in Poets
Clears throat. Is this thing on? I woke up today and thanked the Lord for everything wrong. Not because it’s Friday and thats good, or because the stock market is closed and I’m sitting poolside with a copy of Margaret Atwood.
By Natasha Collazo2 years ago in Poets
