I stumbled first, then lost my way, Each step a bruise, each breath a sway. The darkness wrapped its cold embrace, A never-ending, shadowed race.
By Masood Zahid10 months ago in Poets
He came at dusk with silent tread, His steps like whispers of the dead. No face beneath his hood was seen, Just shadows stitched in ash and green.
By FKG10 months ago in Poets
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
I Spoke My Story to the World Bound and tied up, I spoke my story to the world, Free of a wicked cult, in shadows I once curled.
By Marie381Uk 10 months ago in Poets
اک دن کسی مکھی سے یہ کہنے لگا مکڑا اس راہ سے ہوتا ہے گزر روز تمہارا One day a spider said to a fly in a gentle way, "You pass this path so often, yet never stop or stay."
By Ahmad Dost10 months ago in Poets
Jackpot Dreams left me with nothing It started with the shimmer, the shimmer and the shine, The velvet buzz of neon, the roulette wheel divine.
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
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
“She Stood in the Rain” She stood in the rain, not hiding her soul, With eyes like the hush where the thunder won’t roll.
By Kamel Saidani10 months ago in Poets
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.
In the quiet of the night, When the world feels far away, I search for pieces of my heart, That left me on that day. The echoes of your laughter fade,
By Sen Sab10 months ago in Poets
In the silence of the night, When stars above begin to sigh, A voice inside begins to rise, A longing born of quiet cries.
