Holiday
Sagrada Familia
The snail on the door From upside-down string You grew a magnificence of stone and spire Reaching from, and to, nature
Thief of the night…
Love is like a wild wind, you can’t tie it down. It’s tempting, but sometimes it hides. We all want to connect,
Kamal O. TouhamiPublished about an hour ago in PoetsThe Bear, The Man, and The Woods
Sunlight bleeds through the pines There’s a bear on the path before me A strange man approaches from the rear I run towards the bear
Atomic HistorianPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsBe where your feet are
Be where your feet are We often find ourselves either guilt-tripping in the past or ruminating about the future. The present is all that we have in our hands yet we tend to often forget the importance of living in the moment. In a world that constantly holds our attention, it becomes difficult for us to catch a moment of what our primary requirements are in the present, to catch a glimpse of what it is that we truly want for ourselves. Everything that you have ever dreamed of, wanted and will ever need, all of it stems from the present moment.
Hridya SharmaPublished 2 days ago in PoetsA Modern Dating Tale
In the period of swiping left or right and computerized romance, it's not difficult to accept that certifiable associations are more enthusiastically to drop by. However, once in a while, a dating story arises that revives our confidence in luck and the wizardry of human association. Such is the situation with the wonderful experience of Emily and James, a story that advises us that affection frequently tracks down us in the most startling of spots.
Kazi Hasebul Hasan NaimePublished 2 days ago in PoetsCrunch
Cinco de Mayo! A day for celebration! A day for gluttony! And so tourists' cacophonous cheers Ring out across the Americas as party goers find any excuse to eat and drink, raising their margaritas to toast
Christy MunsonPublished 3 days ago in PoetsA touch of eternity
In the yonder of the angelic light, Resided the beauty of radiance and the somberness of midnight The charms of the fleeting flair of time beckoned to her tune,
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 days ago in Poets21 lessons I learned in my 21 years of existence
I am 21. These are some reminders I give myself. 1)Be your light- Life fills us with moments of darkness and despair. There are times when we do not wish to strive and live the conniving thing called existence. Be your sunshine, light up your life with the courage of hope
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 days ago in PoetsGratitude
Gratitude To the ones, I am grateful to have in my life. Human existence is itself a convoluted rhythm of experiences that bring merriment and melancholy. It was often difficult for me to find goodness in moments of angst and dejection. Life is not always rays of sunshine, it was a mixture of light and darkness, hope and wistfulness, victory, and defeat, smiles and tears all placated in combinations in my existence. I believe contradiction is the beauty of mortality. The presence of dual forces has led to the creation of mankind. Humans are complex beings evolving every day and hustling towards their goals. But success means nothing to me if I did not have the right people to share it with. The ones who stood by me through thick and thin.
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 days ago in PoetsMama Rock
This one is for the woman who sits on Life’s greatest throne. The woman who gave me a life of my own. This woman is unlike any other. I’m very thankful to say this woman is my mother.
Joe PattersonPublished 4 days ago in PoetsTraffic Rush
In the hustle of morning's wake, Where roads and spirits start to shake, An ensemble of motors murmur, As city life drums.
Sand Castles
Sand castles upon the sand Created from seemingly nothing They never know how low or high the tide is How long their time will last
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 days ago in Poets