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Verses of the Soul
Poetry is an ancient art form, yet it remains a vibrant and evolving medium in contemporary society. Modern poets continue to push boundaries, experiment with language, and express the complexities of the human experience. This article delves into the world of modern poets, exploring their unique voices, themes, and the impact they have on readers and the literary landscape.
By Sazeeb Chowduryabout a year ago in Poets
⚡ Brain Bursts ⚡
I've been to Hell and back ___ My thinking was totally off-track__ It's like my neurons were hacked __ _________by lightning-charged krack ⚡
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a year ago in Poets
Tales of Torment: War Cries. Content Warning.
this torment, and the weapons of this world have sought after me through times with, and without light‐ day and night,
By Josh Morganabout a year ago in Poets
Riddle
So, I was wrong, Am I that bad? You walked out on me, And this saddens me. I loved you that much, Was that my fault?
By Archan Pandaabout a year ago in Poets
Tenth Acrostic
this is stasiS temperamental tyrant versus shut-off, shut-out specialisT obstinate object and uncontrollable incommunicadO
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
Reflection
Crinkled myopic eyes liberating the fantasy of the impossible return to youth, gracefully accepting inner beauty Heartbeat soulful rythym keeping time with the years passing through 65 birthdays, lamenting a once robust stamina
By Susan Lee Woodwardabout a year ago in Poets
Lottery Uk
Just A Lottery Winner I know a man who won the prize, Sixteen million, a grand surprise. In shining lights, he found his place,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Threads of Awareness
In the quiet corners of the mind, consciousness weaves its subtle threads— a tapestry of thoughts and whispers, where self meets the infinite spread.
By Rajesh Dhiman (Rajesh)about a year ago in Poets
Rise and Shine
Listen up, world, it’s time to wake up, Feel the pulse, the ground shake, We’re the dreamers, the believers, The hearts that beat like rhythmic fever.
By Roxanne Buckleabout a year ago in Poets
America
Across the ocean, beneath the bright sun, Is America, where dreams are spun. With cities so lively and talent so good
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
My love . AI-Generated.
In a world where dreams and whispers intertwine, You and I, dear heart, are fated to shine. Two souls on a journey, hand in hand we roam,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Sipping From The Siren: Hot Coffee and Trepid Thoughts
As steaming smoke snakes and rises, I see trepidation as wars escalate, bodies fall and missiles flash, it’s the 4th of July in reverse, ports closed, prices soar, a hurricane roars, overseas our money we pour
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets