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Be the love you so actively seek
The horizon awaits the embellishment of its blending hues, To be dazzled in its beauties, to be unafraid of the unknown mighty blue.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
5/20/24
The view astounds As the word bounds from the top to the ground I find what was said to not be found My soul resonates sound
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Energy Flow
I often wonder how my friend will come, An introductory dance, Will he send an invitation in the form of a lump, a rare disease, or a tumor?
By The Son2 years ago in Poets
If I were stung by a bee
If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Memory Lane: After Hours. Top Story - May 2024.
this road, memory lane– visiting hours are closed i can't stay too long this road isn't as safe in the night a hot wind blows a burning song, lyrics i cannot fight
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
Space
Space to grow, Space to feed, Space to lift behind what was thought of yesterday, Space is just space, For none of us, We live and fall for this,
By Tambourine Man2 years ago in Poets
Poetry: What Is It?. AI-Generated.
**Poetry: What Is It?** Have you ever wondered what makes a poem a poem? Poetry is a vast and diverse genre of writing, making it challenging to pin down a single definition. Essentially, poetry is a form of imaginative writing. People compose poems to creatively express thoughts and feelings about various subjects. The aim of poetry is to captivate the reader’s imagination or evoke specific emotional responses.
By Nina Sanftmut2 years ago in Poets
Fred
Dinosaur Fred, Stayed up and watched, A drive in flick, Flintstone by nature, Revved up from the day, Long it was of a nothing hunt,
By Tambourine Man2 years ago in Poets
Art
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Great Weight-Loss Fiasco
I started on Monday, and my mission was so clear. To shed all the pounds I'd gained through the year. With carrots and lettuce, I filled up my plate.
By Hashan chamara2 years ago in Poets
Corporealitiness
Note: I discovered the three-word challenge shared between Paul Stewart and Gerard DiLeo and felt I had to share my two (three?) cents.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Journey of an Introvert's Soul
In the heart of a bustling city stood a figure cloaked in solitude, a man named Ethan. Once, he danced on the edges of laughter, his spirit buoyant and his voice unchained. Yet, beneath the veneer of social ease lay a quiet fear, a reluctance to truly connect.
By Mike Taylor2 years ago in Poets