Ode

What Time Can't Take.
When we are kids, it seems time lasts forever, and we are free to run outside with our siblings, cousins, and friends. The sun watches over us as it starts to sink
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
"Whispers of the Heart"
In the silence of the night, When stars above begin to sigh, A voice inside begins to rise, A longing born of quiet cries.
By Sen Sababout a year ago in Poets
Walking With Love And Grief.
I always thought love and grief couldn’t co-exist, but in the two years I’ve spent navigating them, I’ve learned they aren’t separate—they are one.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
The Space You Left.
The night you died didn’t feel real. To this day, when I think back on it, all the moments swirl together in one big blur. I couldn’t really miss you that night because, to me, you were still here — just sleeping as we all left the hospital.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
A Legacy Of Love.
Grief is the ache in your chest that never truly subsides, a constant reminder of the emptiness left behind. It's in the silent moments when I yearn for a voice that will never speak again, and in the empty chair that will never be filled.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
She is a Lighthouse
She is the lighthouse the storm could not erase. She was born not from peace, but from pressure. Chiseled out of loneliness,
By Annie Edwards about a year ago in Poets
The Weight of the Unseen
There’s a tiredness not born from sleep, A weight the soul alone must keep. It settles deep in quiet bones, In whispered sighs and muted tones.
By Shwet Prabha Baiswarabout a year ago in Poets
The Smile That Breaks
Behind the curve of upturned lips, A thousand storms begin to slip. A hollow laugh, a practiced art, While silent battles break her heart.
By Shwet Prabha Baiswarabout a year ago in Poets
Save Us A Seat.
When I picture you, I see you on a porch, sitting in a rocking chair. You have a book in your hand, but you're looking out at the nature in front of you. You're whistling with the birds, your foot moving to the rhythm. Your blue eyes match the color of the bright sky. Some of your dogs are lying by your side while others are running in the yard, enjoying the sun. You are happy, and your mind is clear. There's a skip in your step, and your strength is almost overwhelming.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
Savor the Spectacles of Nature
I was editing photos. I saw azalea shriveled, pink trumpet tree blooming, lighting up the blue sky, redbud just starting,
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
The Grieved.
We all focus on what the grievers are going through, how they're feeling, but have we ever stopped to think about the grieved?
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
The Death of a Poem
Dear Poem: You wretched thing, you horrid waste You are way too long and terribly paced You despicable misuse of perfect space
By Slgtlyscatt3redabout a year ago in Poets