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I was lonely, upset and broken, I had nothing to be done or spoken. You changed my life to a better version, And taught me to fly when I was fallen.
By waqar jameel5 years ago in Poets
Pops, or American Haiku, were a form used by Jack Kerouac that has greatly inspired me. Here are some Pops that I wrote back in 2016.
By Joe Nasta | Seattle foodie poet5 years ago in Poets
In the quarter moon years, I discovered Paz as a quartet, Of life, pus, milk and death. Littered between temple and morgue of everyday life,
By Rana Ansar 5 years ago in Poets
Swirling around, thin rimmed vessels of earthen clay, soothing souls, sitting here awhile, to pray. Touch my lips with encouragement and validation,
By Rowan Finley 5 years ago in Poets
Sceneries seem to make people wander in them, Though nothing stands in front of the night. Lost in darkness, the only light is the shining stars,
It said money can’t buy love, Neither can you gain it through shove, For this is something precious, Though not taken seriously will turn to be acrimonious,
Know if I die young, I will be sorry for the disappointment, Sorry for breaking your hearts, Sorry for welcoming your tears too early,
I trace the cracks on my bedroom wall to see where I bleed Red leaks from the splits and this time I don't rush to clean them
Revenge Ay, gaze upon her rose-wreath'd hair, And gaze upon her smile; Seem as you drank the very air
By Dujana Chakir5 years ago in Poets
Busy old fool, unruly Sun: Why dost thou thus Through windows and through curtains call on us? Must to thy motions lovers' seasons run?
By Shahid Ali5 years ago in Poets
When you grow old, you must become good To become the best that you can achieve Like a melon ripening and fireworks taking off
By RACHEL HELMS5 years ago in Poets
This rain comes pouring down Like tears straight from heaven The keeper of the stars has a plan Our paths crossed When they were meant to be
