Ode

Life is a Buffest Feast
I was thinking— Life is a buffet feast. You are not served a loaded platter. You get to choose what you want, how much you want.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
Peas in My Garden
With the lockdown panic, making life frantic, I decided to grow peas, to garden is to hope, after all. I made compost,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
5/5/25
The sun hides As the moon looks at me with adoring eyes My heart betrays me with its lies But my brain keeps me wise to my demise
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Trauma
Trauma is the spice of life It’s what makes the mundane enjoyable No matter how horrible It’s better being here than there
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Girlhood <3
I realize now As I talk to my girlfriends about my failed relationship and falling out of love, and they order me food without me knowing,
By Mikayla Roseabout a year ago in Poets
The First Kiss of a New Dawn
In the quiet hum of the breaking day, Where shadows linger, yet fade away, I felt the touch of something new, A spark, a light—so pure, so true.
By Masood Zahidabout a year ago in Poets
Falling Forward in the Dark
I stumbled first, then lost my way, Each step a bruise, each breath a sway. The darkness wrapped its cold embrace, A never-ending, shadowed race.
By Masood Zahidabout a year ago in Poets
I am an act of rebellion
Tales of long-lost love, where a princess yearns for a man’s plea To be redeemed for her desolation, waiting for someone who sets her soul free.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
A Short Ode to Words
__________________________________When all is said and done, words are my everything.I bleed ink, and my words flow out of me and sing,help the pain, ease the sting.Oh my words, we’ve been so long together, begging, pleading, surrendering, conceding, this long bloody fight. Dripping ink on the soles of lost loves as they disappear out of sight...__________________________________
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Poets
The Ode of Letting Go
I was waiting for you, but you were already gone, Yes, I was waiting for you, and you were already gone. But I am standing right where I always did,
By Nayem Alabout a year ago in Poets
The Joy of Finding Your Purpose
Discover the Joy of Finding Your Purpose The Joy of Finding Your Purpose lights the way, Bringing meaning to each step, every day.
By LASZLO SLEZAKabout a year ago in Poets
Unholy Appetite
In the shadowed corners of the mind, Where light and sanity unwind, There dwells an appetite unholy, A craving dark, profound, and lowly.
By Solomon Walkerabout a year ago in Poets