Half the laundry is still warm. I fold it anyway, creased in the quiet way my mother never taught me. The dryer hums behind me—
By Oula M.J. Michaels6 months ago in Poets
There are nights you don’t talk about— The ones where sleep feels like betrayal. When silence screams in forgotten tones,
By Umar Amin7 months ago in Poets
The goosebump hair is called bumbershoot They stick up to the clouds like a galoot It likes to give itself a shave A close cut is what it crave
By Caitlin Charlton7 months ago in Poets
Don’t make me go out tonight But thank you for the invite I’ll stay at home in bed My social battery’s dead Ugh, okay, fine, alright!
By Leslie Writes7 months ago in Poets
By Nadeem Shah I. The Wind Remembers The wind does not forget It gathers our yesterdays And scatters them gently across the pines—
By Nadeem Shah 7 months ago in Poets
Should you wish to disappear, come along and listen clear. For life is easy to get you down, so why not give isolation, a solid go.
By George Hall7 months ago in Poets
Just because my cover is weathered and torn And my pages are a little worn Don’t look at me and scorn For I’ve been a thousand places
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
An untethered soul strolls through the wind No end Nowhere to begin Sinking and swimming with the tide Finding any place that will abide their vibe
In a meadow kissed by morning light, A blossom stands in silent might, Its petals brushed with amethyst hue, Cradling gold in drops of dew.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets
In morning’s hush, where whispers weave, A blossom stands with threads of eve. Petals painted—fire and gold, A tale of dawn in silence told.
Perched above the winding blue, Where morning paints the world anew, The eagle stands in solemn grace, A monarch with a timeless face.
A halo glows in heaven’s dome, Above the Earth, our fragile home, The sun — a sentinel so bright, Bathes us in its ageless light.
