In a world of screens and endless noise, Where every thought was just a click, There stood a library of special books That made the weary souls feel sick.
By The 9x Fawdi4 months ago in Poets
brother where have you gone lost in the shadow lands slumped deep inside time's cruel quicksands come back * * *
By M. Lee4 months ago in Poets
I don’t write poems I am possessed by the them I speak for those that are otherwise silent I speak for the nonviolent I write as witness to those hemmed in on all sides
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Introduction I think Emerson Chambers is one of the most impressive buildings in Newcastle, and it is occupied by Waterstones.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Poets
I want to feel normal again Not to go back where we began But the ephemeral euphoric place between The then and now The only question is
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
It is not enough just to close the tab but to understand the hollow it tries to fill inside you. You do not have to
By The 9x Fawdi5 months ago in Poets
When time has compressed me to stone, and my skeleton’s part of the cliff, the wind will begin its slow work, composing its elegy if.
You clicked for a thrill, a escape from the stress, A moment of pleasure, a way to decompress. But the minutes turned hours, the buzz didn't last,
Forget the grand and fiery inspiration's spark, Forget the motivational words that ring in dark. For discipline is not a feeling, not a mood,
We don’t live in the same America. There’s the one they built on paper, and the one we built out of survival. Theirs has inheritance,
By Cadma5 months ago in Poets
Beautiful people Removed from their land By God’s hand They were forced on to someone else’s land They took their stand
I’m miserable for adventure There’s lines that stain my brain Like every nation They exist only in our imagination They separate us from our true nature
