Poetry

The Weight of Pride
In the quiet village of Chandapur, nestled between fields of mustard and dusty footpaths, lived an old potter named Hariram. For over fifty years, his hands—gnarled and stained with red clay—had shaped vessels that held water, oil, and sometimes even prayers. His pots were known for their strength, their balance, their fine carvings of peacocks, lotuses, and gods. People from nearby towns would travel just to buy one, saying, “A Hariram pot never breaks.”
By meerjanan7 months ago in Pride
The Mirror Mind: How Self-Perception Shapes Every Decision You Make
INTRO It started with a single comment. “You’re not really leadership material, are you?” It was said casually, almost as a joke, over a coffee break. But for Maya, those seven words carved themselves deep into her memory. They lingered, replaying at the edges of her thoughts.
By Muhammad Abbas khan7 months ago in Pride
Colorblind
A lifetime spent living in black and white Until a spark of joy ignited faulty wires Never knowing the origin of my deficiencies
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Pride
GPS: Genuinely Poor Suggestions
Google Maps Is Just a Suggestion I always thoughturn right.” And so we did. The blue line glittered on the screen—a glowing path to who-knows-where.
By Muhammad Abbas khan7 months ago in Pride
Google Maps is Just a Suggestion . Top Story - July 2025.
Twist ties and umbilical cords Every highway entrance is a noodle Every exit is a pretzel We are constantly twisting ourselves in and out of situations
By Oneg In The Arctic7 months ago in Pride
Love Without Labels
A Story of Courage, Defiance, and Timeless Love There are movies that entertain. Then there are films that shift your soul, that whisper truths society tries to bury. Elisa & Marcela (2019), directed by Isabel Coixet, is one such masterpiece. Based on a true story from early 20th century Spain, it chronicles the love between two women—Elisa Sánchez Loriga and Marcela Gracia Ibeas—who defied the odds to be together in a world where their love was seen as sin.
By Isabella Wood7 months ago in Pride
The Blue Haze of Heat
The air shimmers, mirroring distant happenings on the canvas of a summer day — or is it a glimpse of things to come? . The air stands still,
By Henrik Hageland8 months ago in Pride
Dancing in the Summer Rain. Top Story - July 2025.
Today was a hot day Very hot Oppressively humid Hazy skies mute the blue The kind of summer heat that makes your sun-drenched skin
By J. Delaney-Howe8 months ago in Pride
Some Things Aren't For You
You pick and choose The parts of me You prefer to see To give empathy Like all the rest Can be hidden Rewritten A footnote of history
By K.B. Silver 9 months ago in Pride
The Kiss | A Viator
Since it's pride month, I have been working on a few Pride poems. I usually consider all my love poems Pride poems, but I know there's much more to it than my mushy lesbian poems so I am going to share a few of my new ones.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY9 months ago in Pride
the first pride flag i ever touched was at a thrift store
it was tucked between a christmas sweater with a broken reindeer and a blazer that smelled like mothballs and old perfume
By A.O9 months ago in Pride
my pronouns live in the space between heartbeats
they them theirs such small words to carry the entire universe of who i am but every time someone says them about me
By A.O9 months ago in Pride