nature poetry
An ode to Mother Nature; poems that take their inspiration from the great outdoors.
The Silent City
The Silent City There is a city where the clocks have stopped ticking. No footsteps echo on the pavements, no laughter seeps from windows, and no rustle of life stirs behind the bricks and stone. This city—once alive with rhythm, voices, and breath—now sleeps beneath a shroud of fog and forgetfulness. It is not a city lost to war or swallowed by disaster. No, this is a quieter vanishing. A softer erasure.
By USAMA KHANabout a year ago in Poets
