In silent woods where shadows play, The whispers come at close of day. They tell a tale in soft array, Of broken dreams that find their way.
By Emma about a year ago in Poets
One morning, the sky woke pale— not white, not grey, just… empty. The trees stood like strangers in their own skin, leaves heavy with stillness,
By Muhammad Saqibabout a year ago in Poets
Gondor called for aid But all the cards had been played No one rode out Because Gondor had alienated all of Middle Earth
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Halfway through the drive I wondered if the world here felt as in-between as I did, the summer breeze already flirting with autumn,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Withstanding what others cannot makes you human— not special, not perfect. Watching struggle consume the mind is hard to sit and witness,
By Marcus Hillabout a year ago in Poets
I don’t know who needs to hear this, but: ______Pov: ____Not me saying __ Literally me when The moon is looking thicc af right now,
By Sam Spinelliabout a year ago in Poets
Strike it Once, twice Find the flame. It eats and grumbles, an angry thing It does not like to be told what to do Creeping closer and closer to all of you.
By Ruby Redabout a year ago in Poets
The Killing Games It began with laughter in the dark a sound that cut through the air like glass shadows stretching too long on the ground
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
I saw the dawn in your gentle stare, A quiet light that could heal despair. The clouds stood still as if unaware, That love had bloomed in the morning air.
By Mahmood Afridiabout a year ago in Poets
Listen up— this is not a drill, but an everyday struggle for consistent peace. Withstanding unfair, harmful behavior after countless acts of support and patience
The Man Who Knocked Twice They said a man once lived alone in the house at the end of the lane. A locksmith by trade, though not the kind who worked for neighbours.
Yesterday I cried, and my body flashed hot like a firework before - BANG. My food came back. I hit my head. I thought,
By Danielle Katsourosabout a year ago in Poets
