author photo Strolled through an old park, one I used to visit on a lark No lawn bowlers that day instead it was highschoolers at play
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
you knew me biblically but never like a religion while i was your most devout disciple breathing you in was gospel
By M.B. Arthur2 years ago in Poets
In a world of code and digital dreams, An IT employee sits, where data streams. Amidst the hum of servers, they stand, Guardians of a virtual land.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
In the land of Mewar, under the sun’s fierce gaze, Rode a steed of unmatched valor, worthy of praise. Chetak, the gallant horse, with coat as blue as night, Carried his master, Pratap, through many a fight.
Under night’s darkness, a terrible sight, Wounds that fester cause fear. From the black gloom of wounds, spiders slink from depths of flesh and a creeping gloom.
By Jason “Jay” Benskin2 years ago in Poets
He is tall, looming figure covered with pall in the darkness. Eyes of darkness, emptiness, cold, whispers never spoken. His limbs stretch, abnormally lengthy,
My dear Eragon, From the water, dark and warm, there you resided. Suddenly thrusted into a new air, Bright, dry and unfamiliar.
By Jennisea Standing Rock2 years ago in Poets
Hello Mr. Shakur, it’s really good to meet you. Likewise, I’m honored just to be here and greet you. I’m so glad you’re here. I’ve come to you with questions.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
BIG VIC, LITTLE VIC DINNER IN HOLLYWOOD 1980S. REMEMBERING MY POPPA BIG VIC Today is Father’s Day, June 16, 2024. My poppa passed away September 21, 1996.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
In the decade of grunge and bright neon lights, Tech boomed and the internet took flight. Arcades buzzed, and pop culture soared, A time of change, much adored.
In a world of culinary wonders, Where flavors blend and dance with thunder, There lies a treasure trove of taste, Where fusion cuisine finds its place.
By Raj’s Vocal2 years ago in Poets
The muse of poetry in its depths stalls the ensue of thee, Drowning in the sparse spectacle of hope left, one dives into the waters of misery.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
