Hey.. Can I.. "No, let's do this for HER instead." Oh, Wouldn't it be nice to.. "Oh, what would HE want?" "What would they prefer?"
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets
It came, of course it came ... it always does in cruel time The unmatch, the unfollow, the ghosting to the 'I'm sorry' Was I really under such a spell? I apologise for my own hurt?
By Savannah K. Wilson2 years ago in Poets
My eyes were bleeding, while heart was covered in ice. Breathing heavily, still I can't hear my voice. Words that shattered me,
By Aisha2 years ago in Poets
On storming with self-love in July Stuttering in the essence of my stance of who I yearn to be, The remnants of desires pierce the soul in a demeanour that abdicated the glee
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
In today's society, it often feels like everyone must constantly express themselves to achieve their goals. Whether it's advancing in one's career, securing basic needs, or simply seeking permission, there's an unspoken expectation to be vocal and visible. It's as if the world has collectively decided to embrace extroversion, leaving those of us who prefer quieter existence feeling drained and out of place. Here's a brief poem expressing my sentiments.
By Fion 2 years ago in Poets
When a heart is broken, it triggers strife. But when a shell is broken, It builds a life. * I once thought broken things
By Rachel Steinmetz2 years ago in Poets
the log in my eye the shadow i see from the mob comes for me light grows at the eventual horizon to give my unfinished business back to me
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
Have you ever lost your best friend But before you could mend you lost another? . Have you ever felt insane for just wanting
By Chris Siener2 years ago in Poets
anguish comes first in waves nausea rising in my sour throat never forgotten, especially not in the here and now; wounds open up again, seeming so
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
There’s this lump in my throat that I carry with the same skewed reverence as my broken sapphire wallet. I hold it extra close in the grocery stores, in public, even though it’s not of any value to a stranger.
By Auspicious Wren2 years ago in Poets
In the depths of bitterness and pain. A heart is torn apart by love's cruel game. In the world of love and compassion. The heart seeked solace but found disdain.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
pay no respects and weep no more for the fallen among us the beasts of old, of deceptive disguise and serpent lies whose greed and desire sought to bring you down so low
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
