Not thunderclaps, nor trumpet's blare, But subtle shifts upon the air – A murmur felt, not truly heard, The nascent stirring of a word
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
It starts slowly Your voice softens You speak less Join less Become less And they're fine If you spend a lot less time
By Raine Fielderabout a year ago in Poets
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you You weren’t there to begin with
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
In the still, afore the rising sun, Many battles have left me undone, My world stands still, with nary a breath, My quiet heartbeat, flirting with death.
By Adora Hooperabout a year ago in Poets
The cannibals call from down the hall SACRIFICE!! To save our lives Or civilization will fall The end begins when the maws open wide
Until the moon goes dark until the stars rain down the sun exhausts its spark and drops its fiery crown my heart will call for you
By Heather Holmesabout a year ago in Poets
There is a kind of quiet that comes after sirens — not peace, but something that holds its breath and listens. In that silence,
By Shoaib Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
It starts slowly. You’re still in the room. You’re still laughing at the right times. Still pouring the coffee, still texting back with emojis.
By Mian Nazir Shahabout a year ago in Poets
I wed for wealth, not love or flames, His touch—a curse I could not tame. His breath was meat. His skin was rot. I smiled wide and planned my plot.
By Nia Knoxabout a year ago in Poets
Not the boy who painted stars on the wall of his broken school. Not the girl who dreamed of singing loud enough to drown the bombs.
By Shafi Ullah Darweshabout a year ago in Poets
Fluff of July? Ah... You are coming of age, folks... Canada still waits. Including a friendship across a border... * Thank you for reading!
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
I can’t tell you how much I miss those Saturdays— dragging myself out of bed, grumbling that I’d rather stay home. I’d give anything now
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
