INFJ — Carriers of the Unspoken INFJ: Born Fluent in Meaning They walk softly through loud rooms, listening for what isn’t said.
By Flower InBloom10 months ago in Poets
It’s a nauseating scene to be subjected to, in a sad sort of way— such a beautiful girl, become a pushover to the man that rose.
By Love Odessa 10 months ago in Poets
Failure, Unfinished Failure doesn’t arrive loudly. It settles in like dust on things I once reached for with clean hands.
Love is not a bomb. It's not meant to blow up in your face or flood your ears with its words. It’s not just somebody saying it
By Dean Traylor10 months ago in Poets
Crying For You The record turns beneath a patient hand, Its surface worn by nights that would not heal. Your voice arrives the way it always planned,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
Time has a peculiar behavioural pattern. It doesn't disappear when it passes; Instead, it enters spaces we have yet to trespass,
By angela 10 months ago in Poets
I am Hindu by birth, and not religious. My readers might come from other religions, but it does not hurt to know each other’s epics.
By Seema Patel10 months ago in Poets
Acceptance I stopped arguing with the shape of my days. Stopped asking why some doors never learned how to open for me. Acceptance came quietly—
Integration a poem in three movements I. Recognition Something in me grew tired of pretending the fracture was gone. Tired of calling silence peace
What Grief Leaves Behind — a poem for what was loved, and what still loves Grief does not arrive loud. It comes like a quiet rearranging—
I used to dim my laughter on purpose, like turning the stove down so it won’t hiss. You said I was “too much,” But you kept eating from my warmth anyway.
By Milan Milic10 months ago in Poets
at the top surprised by fine sand and tenacious shrub her spirit touched the earth, grounded for a moment in brushstrokes guided by the wind
By Natalie Wilkinson10 months ago in Poets
