Beneath the gloss, something older pulses— a hush mistaken for awe, a loneliness dressed in rhythm. The colors do not care.
By Solomon Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
You had the key to my heart but I changed the locks after you broke the keys You still have a key that belongs to me Something that I seem to keep giving to you
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
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
Carpe Diem Seizing a nine to five Like a lemming Dosed in yellow Projecting perfection outwards From pink houses To this I dissent
By Matthew J. Frommabout a year ago in Poets
I saw too much and it h-u-r-t I watched the red flags wave like r-i-b-b-o-n-s I noticed who stayed quiet when I b-r-o-k-e
By Komalabout a year ago in Poets
Giving the reins of life to other humans— in embracing deep sadness. It's not easy, to deviate I get it. We are social beings.
By Seema Patelabout a year ago in Poets
The sun cut through the trees like it always does - sharp but gentle, spilling over my hands like warm tea. * Birds didn’t sing,
By Lou Holzabout a year ago in Poets
I had developed a mindset, early on, of learning with zeal, that I can study, long 14 hours a day. I knew well that, my father was a teacher,
You're so ugly Disgusting. You make me sick. No one wants to see those scars No one wants to see your face Hide your disgrace.
By CotardDelusionzabout a year ago in Poets
I want a cottage out in Clare, Bathed in the Atlantic sunset, By the shaded mountains, Standing in the sea spray air. I want to go and travel now,
By Conor Matthewsabout a year ago in Poets
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
