Ekphrastic
Blue Muse
Searching inspiration; searching for a job Looking long-faced before the interview, I know However this I got to do for the peace I long
My Fire
Too many are owned by their possessions Almost nothing belongs to me alone To my master, I pose no glib questions My will belongs to him; I never groan
D. J. ReddallPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsThe Bear, The Man, and The Woods
Sunlight bleeds through the pines There’s a bear on the path before me A strange man approaches from the rear I run towards the bear
Atomic HistorianPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsBe where your feet are
Be where your feet are We often find ourselves either guilt-tripping in the past or ruminating about the future. The present is all that we have in our hands yet we tend to often forget the importance of living in the moment. In a world that constantly holds our attention, it becomes difficult for us to catch a moment of what our primary requirements are in the present, to catch a glimpse of what it is that we truly want for ourselves. Everything that you have ever dreamed of, wanted and will ever need, all of it stems from the present moment.
Hridya SharmaPublished 2 days ago in PoetsA Modern Dating Tale
In the period of swiping left or right and computerized romance, it's not difficult to accept that certifiable associations are more enthusiastically to drop by. However, once in a while, a dating story arises that revives our confidence in luck and the wizardry of human association. Such is the situation with the wonderful experience of Emily and James, a story that advises us that affection frequently tracks down us in the most startling of spots.
Kazi Hasebul Hasan NaimePublished 2 days ago in PoetsWe are The Cup and the Wine
We are the glass and the wine, two souls in one destiny, Offering a toast to love, under the divine sky. I look at your eyes and see, the reflection of my desire,
Hendrik SancheZPublished 3 days ago in PoetsA touch of eternity
In the yonder of the angelic light, Resided the beauty of radiance and the somberness of midnight The charms of the fleeting flair of time beckoned to her tune,
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 days ago in Poets21 lessons I learned in my 21 years of existence
I am 21. These are some reminders I give myself. 1)Be your light- Life fills us with moments of darkness and despair. There are times when we do not wish to strive and live the conniving thing called existence. Be your sunshine, light up your life with the courage of hope
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 days ago in PoetsGratitude
Gratitude To the ones, I am grateful to have in my life. Human existence is itself a convoluted rhythm of experiences that bring merriment and melancholy. It was often difficult for me to find goodness in moments of angst and dejection. Life is not always rays of sunshine, it was a mixture of light and darkness, hope and wistfulness, victory, and defeat, smiles and tears all placated in combinations in my existence. I believe contradiction is the beauty of mortality. The presence of dual forces has led to the creation of mankind. Humans are complex beings evolving every day and hustling towards their goals. But success means nothing to me if I did not have the right people to share it with. The ones who stood by me through thick and thin.
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 days ago in PoetsA Tribute to the Timeless Romance of Romeo and Juliet
Few stories in literature have the power to stir the emotions as strongly as William Shakespeare's timeless tragedy, "Romeo and Juliet". This famous love story, which is set against the backdrop of rival families in Verona, has enthralled audiences for ages with its passion, drama, and in-depth examination of the human condition.
Kazi Hasebul Hasan NaimePublished 6 days ago in PoetsSand in the Sahara
Sand in the Sahara sifts like a sidewinder Sand in the Sahara sings whispers to the stars at night Sand in the Sahara dances with the wind undulating downward toward the valleys and upward toward the peaks
Tony MartelloPublished 6 days ago in PoetsSand Castles
Sand castles upon the sand Created from seemingly nothing They never know how low or high the tide is How long their time will last
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 days ago in Poets