The earth lies parched beneath the sun, A silent plea for what is gone. I seek of God, what makes us blind To simple acts of being kind?
By Aima Charleabout a year ago in Poets
The shadows lengthen, darkness falls, Echoing through fragmented walls. I pray to God, what breaks the span That links one human heart to man?
The city sleeps beneath the haze, Lost in a labyrinthine maze. I pray to God, what makes us stray, From paths where love lights up the way?
The wind sighs low through broken panes, A melody of lingering pains. I ask you, God, what fuels the fight, And keeps the world in endless night?
I hear the whispers of the breeze, A gentle rhythm, meant to please. I wonder, God, when strife will fade, And harmony will be remade.
I feel the stillness of the air, A silent whisper, soft and rare. I question, God, what holds us back, From pathways leading to the track
The air is thick with unsaid words, A symphony of restless herds. I wonder, God, why peace delays, Through shadowed nights and sunlit days.
Ego is never a good formula for peace For those of us in the real world Everyone has to earn a living To persist on fighting for survival
By TheNaethabout a year ago in Poets
Between the words we speak, and the silence we hold, there lies a conversation only the heart can understand. It’s in the glance stolen
By Get Richabout a year ago in Poets
Today, the world chases money— not the quiet warmth of humanity. Hands that once held kindness now grasp cold coins, letting trust slip like sand.
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
My mind wears a collar, but the leash lies loose behind. They tried to straighten my spine— mold it into silence, teach it a foreign grammar of obedience.
By Olivia Chastityabout a year ago in Poets
That's how friendship is! During a battle, a soldier went to bring his injured friend back from the battlefield. His Captain said, "There's no use! Your friend will surely die."
By M.A.Rahmanabout a year ago in Poets
