Ode

Tribute to Neem Tree
If you don’t know, that's neem tree, a twig with fruit. It's a tree, revered in Ayurveda. Its bitter in taste, so antimicrobial,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
etiolation
plants still grow in the dark.
By Louise Noel about a year ago in Poets
Walk In Peace
One day a young Black male woke up and took a walk. His travel led to death and then he became the talk of the nation. A fatal situation that left the entire nation in devastation.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
Out of the Fields, Phillis Wheatley!
It's dangerous for A little girl venturing out in the fields, Imagining happy times alone, Letting whatever crawl in her ears Arms, legs, face, neck... Tears, From napping alone. Whatever sings Sing her eyes closed. Tiny lullabies to distract one While sleeping. Life bites she knows... For reality, For morality, For religion, And for classical poetry. Now, a poet to distract one While one sleeps. A lifestyle inside her veins Like ink, permanently eats... Out of the fields, Ms. Wheatley! Way too late.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Mango Memories
If I crave raw mangoes, I can still find it— even in California, On grocery store shelves. But at exorbitant prices and may be stale.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
An Ode to the Oldest Daughter . Runner-Up in Tattoo This Line Challenge.
From your birth, you were not planned. You were not raised. You were recruited. Handed the weight in silence, a world too ready to lean on your spine.
By Nicole Fennabout a year ago in Poets
She is a Rose
She is a rose. She is love - not always understood, but always felt. She is delicate, but that doesn’t make her weak. It makes her real.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
She is a Rainbow
She is a rainbow- not the aftermath of a storm, but the bold, defiant bridge born within it. She does not wait for the skies to clear-
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
Therapy.
Grief and love have gone to therapy to talk to my heart, and my heart absorbs every word, every emotion. It is a session that never ends, but my heart hangs on; it never gets tired of the way grief shares the memories of you, or the way love speaks of you as if you created the universe itself.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
Faithful Patrons
There is great joy in the faithful. Those who bring down their gifts like thunderous rain Humility is their cloak, their ways are always civil,
By Idara Oghogho about a year ago in Poets
She is a Dandelion
She is a dandelion- a beautiful, chaotic whirlwind where anything is possible. Her soul dances freely, allowing Mother Nature to whisk her away
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
She is a Starry Night
She is a starry night- the ink of the cosmos poured across the sky, painted slivers of silver thoughts too bright for day.
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets