Pantoum

My Secret Love Is No More
My Secret Love Is No More You made me laugh when nothing could, You looked at me like no one should, I felt like fire, I felt like sin,
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
I am an act of rebellion
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 Sharma10 months ago in Poets
The Shape of Grief
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 Rihab10 months ago in Poets
Northern Light
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 Ali10 months ago in Poets
5/1/25
I sit here hugging the ocean And yet I hold nothing Choking on tears of fear Of futures lost Was it just a stepping stone
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets
A love letter to everything I have survived
Darkness in its deepest sonder, desolation in its truest bareness, all embraced my shattered skin, Enclothed in the tightness of survival, the light that belied in its invisibility propelled me to keep my hope akin.
By Hridya Sharma10 months ago in Poets
Support, Confidence, and a Whole Lot of Love
I’ll be there with you, When you wake up in the morning sun. I’ll be there with you, If you call out my name, I will always come.
By Calvin London10 months ago in Poets
A poem about your first diary in which you wrote your first poem
Darkness was impaired in its transgression as hope seemed to find its way, A startling realisation, a sight to behold, one might deem to say.
By Hridya Sharma10 months ago in Poets
Unpredictably risky
I truly adore baby animals! They’re undeniably cute and cuddly Dozily defenceless, fluffy balls Irresistibly, smoochably snuggly.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶10 months ago in Poets
What Became of the Dream
I had a dream, but it quickly faded. I wonder how I got here. The road ahead feels dimly shaded, Lit only by a flicker of fear.
By Carolina Borges10 months ago in Poets
Soul Foods Market
"We are stardust / Billion-year-old carbon... Caught in the devil's bargain. And, we've got to get ourselves / Back to the garden."
By Chris Z10 months ago in Poets
The End
It was the beginning of the end In a breath he said Make it so And thus it was The archon looked upon all creation And in the sweep of hand
By Atomic Historian10 months ago in Poets