Senryu

The Nights You Don’t Talk About
There are nights you don’t talk about— The ones where sleep feels like betrayal. When silence screams in forgotten tones,
By Umar Amin6 months ago in Poets
Poetry and strawberry jam
A strawberry poem made up by four Senryu poems: I pick strawberries, Strawberries and cream I have Sweetness in my mouth
By Susan Fourtané 6 months ago in Poets
Whispers of the Forgotten Wind
By Nadeem Shah I. The Wind Remembers The wind does not forget It gathers our yesterdays And scatters them gently across the pines—
By Nadeem Shah 7 months ago in Poets
Still Looking
Why are these awkward Mediocre dinners so Long and expensive?
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
Forgetful Forgiveness
So much joy is lost Punishing the present for Versions of the past
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
Book
Just because my cover is weathered and torn And my pages are a little worn Don’t look at me and scorn For I’ve been a thousand places
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
Search History
All of us are strange We ought to seek that strangeness That best suits our own
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
Vagari
An untethered soul strolls through the wind No end Nowhere to begin Sinking and swimming with the tide Finding any place that will abide their vibe
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
Living the Dream. Content Warning.
I dreamed of waking Orphaned, a waif on the breeze Fled into the trees A poorly hidden changeling. Aware of the sylvan barrier obstructing my entrance to human society. With creeping darkness constantly encroaching, taunting from the edges of my distorted periphery. With no apparent recourse or escape, no map to my own fairy tale cottage babbling by the brook, I bided my time.
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Poets
"Whisper of a Wildflower"
In a meadow kissed by morning light, A blossom stands in silent might, Its petals brushed with amethyst hue, Cradling gold in drops of dew.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets
"Sun-Kissed Blossom"
In morning’s hush, where whispers weave, A blossom stands with threads of eve. Petals painted—fire and gold, A tale of dawn in silence told.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets
"Sentinel of the Sky"
Perched above the winding blue, Where morning paints the world anew, The eagle stands in solemn grace, A monarch with a timeless face.
By Fazal Malik7 months ago in Poets