Waking up to multiple messages Of "we don't want you anymore" Not in those words, of course. For years, I've been writing
By Manisha Dhalani2 years ago in Poets
This hauntingly daunting feeling The unreality of watching my dreams unfold before my eyes Watching them rip off their disguise
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The obliteration of alliteration Waiting for liberation Through visitation Living in stagnation The harsh realities of our society
Understanding is Only required by one Of the forms of love
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
**The Language of Love** Love speaks in whispers, in soft-spoken tones, In the warmth of a glance, in the comfort of home. It sings in the laughter that dances on air, In the silence of moments that two hearts share.
By Juliusly 2 years ago in Poets
Four hundred stories Poems, essays, articles Your eyes give them life
Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb
Ancient, magic words Ought to be heard more often Mind your own business
The end of one world Is the beginning of another Like a child Slipping from its mother Life is a journey Of yearning We used to live
Everything we make We can betray, or destroy Or simply forget
Beware the zealous Believer who silences All who dare dissent
Celebrating the doom of independence Liberation in its precipice gallops in the abyss of glee, Callous whispers of unserved justice writhe the soul with pain that abhors the plea
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
