Introduction Two years ago, I was going to write a Butterfly Cinquin that looked like a Butterfly. I failed and wrote a Fibonacci poem. Since then, I have found ways of creating what I want in words and visual depictions.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 10 months ago in Poets
In the quiet of the night, When the world feels far away, I search for pieces of my heart, That left me on that day. The echoes of your laughter fade,
By Sen Sab10 months ago in Poets
In the silence of the night, When stars above begin to sigh, A voice inside begins to rise, A longing born of quiet cries.
shakin out the cobwebs just to find somethin to say rollin like a celeb in my beat-up chevrolet always thought that I would make it
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden10 months ago in Poets
She arrived against frosty winds, A crown of ash, a path she’d lost. Under the snow, with lips reminiscent of wine, She kissed without anyone knowing.
By Rony Sutradar10 months ago in Poets
A compass spins, uncertain, free, Until a magnet's pull takes hold, you see. So too, our spirits drift and roam, Until a purpose calls us home.
By Tafsirul Talukdar luvdo10 months ago in Poets
If you find this poem between grocery lists and laundry piles— it’s for you. You, who forgets to count themselves
By Malik Kashif10 months ago in Poets
You were a poem I never wrote down. I kept you between breath and heartbeat, where ink couldn’t erase you.
A hundred names carved in the bark of this old oak. Some hearts still beat, some don't. The tree doesn’t know which is which.
I saw you in the reflection of a broken window— a ghost of a glance lit by accidental moonlight. You didn’t look away.
Fold me a planet from paper dreams— crease it at regret, tuck the moons under laughter, let it spin on an axis of maybe.
Beneath my feet, stones tell stories— not loud, but persistent. A sigh of gravel, the hush of moss. They remember
