In pockets snug, our phones reside, With endless screens we love to slide. We laugh at memes from far-off lands, While dinner’s cold in mother’s hands.
By mitty anegoabout a year ago in Poets
The moon in silence drifts across the night, A lonely soul in shimmering repose, Its light, a soft and constant, gentle light,
By Wares Hossainabout a year ago in Poets
☀️ "Hello, Mr. Sunshine!" — A Poem of Love and Light ☀️ Oh mighty Sun, in morning’s grace, You peek from clouds with a glowing face.
By Lokesh Kumarabout a year ago in Poets
This body has crossed oceans of raging waters has been lost in storms at sea. Its possibilities are endless; its power is still surprising me.
By Raistlin Allenabout a year ago in Poets
My Peace Prayer for 2025 I sit listening to silence, not even a bird sings its song. I pray to god what has gone wrong, why are most hearts filled with anger?
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Guess it’s 3 in the morning, I feel alone, like no one cares. Tears fall, my pillow’s wet, But no one hears my prayers. I think, I feel, I break apart,
I heard someone say "Onions are not popular." ⚡☝️😡 Tasteless and insane! --- 🧅🧅--- Onions compliment Italian, and Mexican!
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
Life doesn’t pause—it shifts its shape, It doesn’t heal, it learns to drape Soft silence over empty chairs, And plants new flowers in the tears.
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
"His words are like medicines not bitter, not smelly— but the way they healed." Note: I was falling in love with this man. And I would tell my mother the above things, after a comforting phone call with him.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
What will come of it? Of Following my dreams? Of sharing what I find so dear? Peace will come of it. A soul racked with unshared desire.
By M. W. Larsenabout a year ago in Poets
There’s a kind of love that doesn’t scream to be heard— it hums beneath the surface, soft and sure. And that’s what this is.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
Tik, tik, tik… A scream or two and then the world blooms with you You are here, for here you are Part of the never ending story
By Mikayla Roseabout a year ago in Poets
