Hope— It isn't loud. It never shouts. It hides in silence, in the doubts. It slips between the broken cracks, A whispered song that always comes back.
By Umar Aminabout a year ago in Poets
It starts with slow steps not dramatic, not loud. Just the quiet unraveling of threads no one sees. You laugh, and the sound is real enough
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
On a Forgiveness Day, you want to forgive everything that needs to be forgiven today On Forgiveness Day, you can forgive everything and everyone
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
The Diet Club Once a Week Once a week we roll in bold, half ashamed and half cold. Tina swears she’s lost an inch, but still can’t button up her shirt.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
The Policeman Who Walked Me Home The policeman who walked me home It was love at first sight His steady step beside my own
We met in glances, not in words, In silences that screamed unheard. A look too long, a smile too shy— And just like that, we passed it by.
By Awais Qarni about a year ago in Poets
In shadows deep where silence reigns, There walks a friend through joy and pains, A timeless presence, cold and true, Death, my friend, I speak of you.
By Edward Valabout a year ago in Poets
Love Under the Umbrella It rained all morning, soft and sly, the kind of rain that makes you lie and say you’ll wait, but wander close
When You Are Not Here with me The walls are closing in again too much space and none to breathe cups unwashed, lights left burning
I have been embarrassed with flattery, so I shall return the favour: She reviewed my work and paid me a great compliment: Are you a poet? - a quote from the artist Laurie Anderson to me at a festival
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Change. The unwanted epiphany. The glossing over past choices of what could I and what I didn’t I? It is the breaking of the soul.
We had the magic You had the lies I had the tears We said goodbye Feet dragging in this dance From first to second chances
