Elegy

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He screamed orders, a dishonorably discharged god, rewiring my nervous system. Do this. Don’t do that. March, salute, obey.
By L.K. Rolanabout a year ago in Poets
Echoes of Time: A Cry for Justice
Oh Time, watch over me, Rise and wake up, can’t you see? America’s cruelty reigns, Crushing Gaza’s hopes and dreams. Oh Time, why do you stand still? Write and mark this bitter will, Homes are shattered, souls are crying, Hearts are broken, dreams are dying.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
Coup
The cat was on the prowl Not a creature was stirring Not even a mouse Because the call was coming from inside the house
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Beyond My Sight
Beyond My Sight My inner eyes can't grasp who you might be, Though wide and far extends my sight's decree. I cannot pierce the depths where your soul lies,
By Ramlan Majid, S.IP, M.Siabout a year ago in Poets
I Should Have Been ...
I should have been an actor, thespian treader of the boards. Resplendent audience distractor with my bard-like vocal cords.
By Simon Aylwardabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of the Night
I fell awake in the midnight, where every whisper was too bright, every sound had its own tint, every silence was a calm sight.
By KSRabout a year ago in Poets
Through the window of time
The phone chimed, jolting me awake. I picked up and saw a glimpse of a bleak existence, That belied my mortality at its stake.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Preemptive Mourning
You’re carving your own tombstone and digging your own grave Sending out postcards from Hades with quotes from your eulogy
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
: Dusted Heart
(Verse 1) Do you remember us? We were at a fireworks display, Exploding with colors, lighting up the way. Laughter echoed, like thunder up high,
By Sazia Afreen Sumiabout a year ago in Poets
Dream Of Me!!!
After A Long Day And A Soothing Of Pains, When Your Mind Escapes A Blur And You Want To Fantasize. I Hope You Dream Of Me…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)about a year ago in Poets
Monsters
The real monsters are those that hide in the shadows The bean counters and profiteers That leave nothing fallow The ones that fight to destroy everything from the rear
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I Write
I write songs for the broken hearted Those that believe love has departed I write poems for those That no one knows I write tales for those that no longer believe in glory
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets