There are nights you don’t talk about— The ones where sleep feels like betrayal. When silence screams in forgotten tones,
By Umar Aminabout a year ago in Poets
Not priests in shadowed, echoing alcoves, Nor therapists in softly cushioned chairs, The truest listeners this harsh world proves
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
The life of a blind girl is a testament to the human spirit’s resilience. Born into a world without sight, she navigates existence with a grace that redefines perception. Her senses—touch, sound, smell—become her guides, painting a reality richer than many with vision can fathom.
By Am@n Khan about a year ago in Poets
By Nadeem Shah I. The Wind Remembers The wind does not forget It gathers our yesterdays And scatters them gently across the pines—
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets
They gather not in gilded halls where virtue preens and prates, Nor where the polished marble floors reflect self-congratulating fates.
You get a little older Tired of the games Because after a while They all taste the same
By Gail Fredricksabout a year ago in Poets
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
In the velvet hush of tangerine light, thoughts creep like mycelium, trendrilling through synapses, until fingertips tingle,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Silky cocoa curves Pressed against the shower glass Silhouettes of two souls Bound in tenderness and tension Wet and passionate
By K. Dominique about a year ago in Poets
With each word you spoke I listened, More intently then the last. Wondering should I kiss you yet, I don't want the moment to pass.
By Amelia Randall about a year ago in Poets
Preheating… Screaming! Quietly. The urge is redlining. PAIN, my favorite word Français Oh, to be moistened and kneaded To be beaten and eaten.
By Heather Elleabout a year ago in Poets
I met him In the hush of a garden entangled with Ivy Where the air carried the weight of roses A silhouette of a man remained between the shadows
