Elegy

Book
Just because my cover is weathered and torn And my pages are a little worn Don’t look at me and scorn For I’ve been a thousand places
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Disappearing Quietly
Slip past the gate while stars still gleam, Before the world can start to scream. Take nothing loud, not voice nor name, Leave not a flicker, spark, or flame.
By Muhammad Rahim about a year ago in Poets
This Piece of You
Step One: Choose the Door Close your eyes. To vanish, first choose the door. Not all doors are made of wood — some are made of porch swings,
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
The Fear That Ties
I dream of skies where I could soar, Where locked-up hopes could breathe once more. But every time I near the sky, I stop myself — I don’t know why.
By Muhammad Rahim about a year ago in Poets
The Fire Beneath the Dust. AI-Generated.
“They say the world was made in seven days. But who made the time? Who lit the first fire and then forgot the way home?” In the space before language, before division, before fear — there was the One.
By nawab sagarabout a year ago in Poets
Vagari
An untethered soul strolls through the wind No end Nowhere to begin Sinking and swimming with the tide Finding any place that will abide their vibe
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Without Truth for Fuel
That's a lie. I heard it. You don't need lipstick! You paint your mouth with crimson dishonesty. I used to ask you... Ask you about the inconsistencies.
By A. S. Lawrenceabout a year ago in Poets
Heavens Gate
Gates of heaven open wide Not all who enter may reside This place of peace or so we know Is dependant on how a life's forces glow Green and yellow are an accepted pass While blue and gold too are as equal as Now Red and grey will enter no way While Orange and Black get sent back Colors are an entry fee Pay attention to what you see Hope that colors show shapes as well For if not, the intended soul is bound to hell Not all is lost on this flight It's possible again, to show up blue And earn the right to pass on through Now the Piper plays for your last fight Disown the Devil to earn God's given right. MgM
By Vinn Blackabout a year ago in Poets
Honey, lover, cheater, cry-boy, sucker
Honey, lover, cheater, cry-boy, sucker, I played these roles, but now I’m just a father. What I learned from life? Not much, to be
By Evgeny Kimabout a year ago in Poets
How to Survive Your Reflection
How to Survive Your Reflection By [Yasir Zeb] Step One: Approach with Caution Stand before the mirror like it's a loaded weapon.
By yasir zebabout a year ago in Poets
The Morning Catch
The morning's catch was shucked then stowed. Woolen clad brutes in rubber boots and slicks, farmers harvesting the green sea's bounty,
By Sean Byersabout a year ago in Poets
"Whisper of a Wildflower"
In a meadow kissed by morning light, A blossom stands in silent might, Its petals brushed with amethyst hue, Cradling gold in drops of dew.
By Fazal Malikabout a year ago in Poets