Limerick
The 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 15 hours ago in PoetsA dance with my demons
I danced with the demon in the mist, Every blow draws fire from him. I feel like a joke in this dance,
Kamal O. TouhamiPublished a day 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 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 PoetsA Tribute to the Timeless Romance of Romeo and Juliet
Few stories in literature have the power to stir the emotions as strongly as William Shakespeare's timeless tragedy, "Romeo and Juliet". This famous love story, which is set against the backdrop of rival families in Verona, has enthralled audiences for ages with its passion, drama, and in-depth examination of the human condition.
Kazi Hasebul Hasan NaimePublished 6 days ago in PoetsSand 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 7 days ago in PoetsThe Untold Story of Beauty Pageants: Beyond Sex and Love
In a society where sensationalism and stereotypes are common, the subject of beauty pageants is controversial. Supporters of these contests promote female empowerment and the appreciation of many forms of beauty, while critics claim that they objectify women and reduce them to nothing more than symbols of physical perfection. A lesser-known tale, meanwhile, is intertwined with this controversy: the untold tale of beauty pageants surpassing ideas of sex and love.
Kazi Hasebul Hasan NaimePublished 8 days ago in PoetsDoes traumatic darkness engulf the light that one embodies?
The unsatiated anger that blinded the sights of glee, In the erratic ferocity of animosity, he pushed away the light that everyone could see.
Hridya SharmaPublished 9 days ago in PoetsKeys
My keys don’t jingle jangle They’re a tale of tales A web of confusion Sewn to protect what I hold dear A tool A mechanism
Atomic HistorianPublished 10 days ago in PoetsThe Last Line
I’ve been the last line to many Just another pretty penny A daring glance A lark A shot in the dark A tree that harkens you to rub against its bark
Atomic HistorianPublished 11 days ago in Poets