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 is the spice of life It’s what makes the mundane enjoyable No matter how horrible It’s better being here than there
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
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.
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
The Queen of Hearts is The most powerful of all She has no heart, though. ~~~ ©️Susan Fourtané, 2025 - All rights reserved
By Susan Fourtané about a year ago in Poets
It’s red what I see. Why did you hide it from me? Here, drink his blood now. ~~~ ©️Susan Fourtané, 2025 - All rights reserved
You laid down the law It’s my way or the highway Time for a road trip
By Andrew C McDonaldabout a year ago in Poets
The Clock asked the Time: What should I do with the time? Time said: time will tell. ⏰⏰⏰ ©️Susan Fourtané, 2025 - All rights reserved
Grief does not knock— It enters like dusk, Filling corners with shadows And silencing clocks. It creeps into morning With yesterday’s name
By Allen Rihababout a year ago in Poets
Did you say tea time? I see the tea, but not cake. This time is just tea. ☕️🫖☕️🫖☕️🫖 ©️Susan Fourtané, 2025 - All rights reserved
Snowflakes write poems in her hair, Each step a verse, each breath a prayer, She is the fire in frozen air, The quiet grace of those who dare.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
