First Draft

A love letter to everything I have survived
Darkness in its deepest sonder, desolation in its truest bareness, all embraced my shattered skin, Enclothed in the tightness of survival, the light that belied in its invisibility propelled me to keep my hope akin.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Would you?
If you have to sacrifice your life for me, would you? If you have to jump off the cliff to save me from falling, would you?
By Eiman Asifabout a year ago in Poets
Moonshine
I asked thee, where am I going? Somewhere your heart is looking out for, Somewhere the flowers never die, Darkness fades away with the light of the fireflies', Where it rains to see the grasshoppers dance, And the sun shines to see that one sunflower smile. The stars sleeps with the blinks of silver glitters. Everything you said sounds fascinating some would say it's a dream, some would say it's a tale, But I have everything you have to offer, What if I tell you what you have is less to start over! I have moon with me; not the one you cannot reach! She is even beautiful more than the galaxies could ever be! Every road she takes turns out to be a garden really! Her tears are a mere reflection of diamond shimmers, She dreams like the stars and the moon sleeps with her. If you're trying to muse me with the stars you've reached in the wrong destination, Why will I get blinded by the stars when I have reached the moon!
By Sheher Nazabout a year ago in Poets
Love is a gamble.
Love is a gamble. But I’m not willing to take that bet. The odds are thin, and the downfall is massive. I’m not risking myself against numbers stacked so high against me.
By Amberabout a year ago in Poets
Own Your Story
A life unloved, yet lived with grace, Mourning the paths we didn't take, the roles we didn't embrace. The weight of what could've been, a burden we bear, A waste of time in regret and despair. But let's shift our gaze to the life we've known, The moments we've lived, the love that's been shown. We didn't waste opportunities; we seized what was ours, What came and went was never meant for our shores. The doors that closed were never meant to stay, The paths that diverged led us to a different way. We didn't become what we thought we'd be, But we're still becoming, wild and free. Let's make peace with the life we've lived, Embracing the journey, its twists and give. No more mourning for what could've been; We'll find beauty in what is, in the life we've seen. So let's breathe deep and let go of the past, And find solace in the present at last. For what's meant for us will find its way, And we'll bloom in our own time, in our own way.
By Wasfaabout a year ago in Poets
Final Notice
To the Audience: Due to particular circumstances, the Writer has decided to go in a different direction. As much as your recent work has been appreciated, and your comments noted for their insight and wit, the Writer has decided that he can no longer move forward with you as a partner in this enterprise.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
LOVE
Love. . . The furthest goal that I can never reach The thing I want the most but afraid to imagine The thing I always hope for but never comes
By Ananda Yunaabout a year ago in Poets
The world outside my window
Life is like a blooming sapling ready to embrace the world, Humans are joyous creatures that can be curious for all the hundreds of reasons that exist,
By Luna Tricia about a year ago in Poets
Political Seventeen
Note: you may not be aware of this, but many in the American conspiracy community believe that the seventeenth letter of the alphabet is connected to Q, which is:
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
The Quiet Shape of Violence. Content Warning.
Violence does not always scream— sometimes, it hums behind the teeth, a lullaby in broken keys, the rattle of breath before a blow.
By E. hasanabout a year ago in Poets
The Person We Should Say
.. ''Thank you'' .. Someone .. who doesn't care about us He is teaching us.. To live.. without him Someone .. who is bored with us
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets
Echoes of the Past
I have gone far To the past To the sweet memories of the times spent with you.. Today, when I see the beautiful places I met that day, my heart has become dark..
By Rohitha Lankaabout a year ago in Poets