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The First
You were the first The first I could trust with my heart Now the world is tearing us apart And I don’t know what to do Because I’m not me without you
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
How Long Does Grief Echo?
How Long Does Grief Echo? “When love lingers in every step, even silence has a heartbeat.” The house was quiet. Too quiet.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
The Chair Across From Me
The Chair Across From Me Grief leaves its shadows not in silence, but in the spaces we still set for those who never return.
By waseem khanabout a year ago in Poets
Echoes of an Endless Path
I set my feet upon the ground, Where silence hums, where dreams are found. The sky was wide, the wind was still, The earth beneath obeyed my will.
By Echoes of Lifeabout a year ago in Poets
Queue is a Ridiculous Word
Queue is a ridiculous word Its one letter followed by four silent others Perhaps that makes sense The one in the front is ordering
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
What’s in a Name?
Don’t worry You’re not to blame For I have gone by many a name Three last names Just my first Just my last Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Aquarius
Thighs quaking Knees shaking Carrying my jar of clay everyday Arms locked in desperation Imperceptible fatigue as my ribs dig into my spleen
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Infomercial
Look inside my mind and you’ll find nothing—because nothing is all that’s left there. Tired of the noise? Tired of people wanting answers
By Kamran Khanabout a year ago in Poets
The Search
I’ve searched for you in the ocean I’ve searched for you in the skies I’ve searched for you in other’s eyes I’ve searched for you all our lives
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Language of Falling Leaves
🍂 Introduction: When Nature Teaches Us to Begin Again Every season carries its own poetry, but autumn speaks in a language unlike any other. The falling leaves are not just signs of endings—they are whispers of renewal, reminders that change, though sometimes painful, is necessary for growth.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets
POEM - The Unrepentant
I. The Stone Heart He walks where shadows coil like serpents, thick, Through streets that whisper warnings, slick with rain.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
OVERFED
I know I shouldn’t keep looking at my phone. I know it’s bad for me. But my brain’s addicted to the quick dopamine rush. I flood myself with endless videos, memes, and updates—
By Kamran Khanabout a year ago in Poets