On storming with self-love in July Stuttering in the essence of my stance of who I yearn to be, The remnants of desires pierce the soul in a demeanour that abdicated the glee
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
the log in my eye the shadow i see from the mob comes for me light grows at the eventual horizon to give my unfinished business back to me
By ⸘jason alan‽2 years ago in Poets
She cannot come into her own, not in yours, or even her own timing. but when the concrete breaks under her feet & she appears...
By Ellie Hoovs2 years ago in Poets
it felt good for a minute, before the crimson sunrise after the calamity. the aftermath not yet calculated and the door slam saved for later,
Nalikalantibar! I have no idea what this word means Or if it’s even a real word But it sounds cool I may just be fool for things that sound mysterious
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
They say to go full tilt But they don’t know what that means It means more than fighting to the hilt It means you have to be willing to take the hits
I am a shadow of myself A hollow reflection of what I used to be I have become voiceless Because of other’s choices Everything drowned out
When excellence is expected, praise is a luxury Why do my achievements define me? Why does life feel so damn confining? When success is respected, there’s no room for mediocrity - “Price of Perfection” by Katherine Lynn-Rose
By fleeting.serenics2 years ago in Poets
the villain in someone's story, but okay with it - proud even. once what was right, doubt was no benefit. did diligently give more than appropriate
In ancient times, in Bethlehem, A light shone bright, a precious gem, A child was born, both meek and mild, Jesus Christ, the holy child.
By Ribin2 years ago in Poets
Rumi, the 13th-century Persian poet, mystic, and philosopher, has left a profound legacy of timeless wisdom. Among his many poignant insights, one particularly resonates with our human struggle to forge meaningful connections: "Why struggle to open the door between us when the whole wall is an illusion?"
By Jassila 2 years ago in Poets
In a world where humans can fly and spells can reprimand the sly. The dream of every potterhead is built on the sands of time,
