Since knowledge is but sorrow's spy, it is not safe to know.”- William Davenant - Midnight Smoke the barrel of a gun is hard, cold to the...

in the pursuit of walking, blossoming, and feeling loved together… hey, on the roof of a building where her hair blew with the wind and...

I tried to recall when I was ecstatic. May it be the best moment, I fear that moments do not last more than a moment. In the sea that...

some days i feel like Atlas, holding the weight of the world on my shoulders other days i feel like Perseus or Theseus, slaying monsters...

Are you petrified by the monster underneath your bed? Mama sang a lullaby and cajoled you to a sound slumber, Wrapped in a blanket that...

To those people whose fingers somehow subconsciously and spontaneously synchronise with music wherever and whenever. To those poets who...

Choking on your love, Too many suitors you have, Mine's a morsel compared to the abundance you receive, But take mine too, Take me in for...

Thousands of fairy tales, The princess always prevails. But where is your Prince Charming; Did he find saving you that alarming? Some...

what if i want to be single-spaced because i have a lot to say, but there’s not room on the page. overflowing with comic sans size 16 to...

I want to live in a fairytale. Not one with an evil stepmother or glass slippers. Just one with a happy ending. I dream, dream constantly...

⭐One of the winners of The Cleverly Creatives: "Back to Normal" Writing Contest!⭐ TW: Mentions of domestic and child abuse. Don't read...

I think it was the beginning of high school when I finally started Listening to Tupac My mom called him a poet I didn’t know what she...

When I was young, I was a fearless child I sought for beauty in the dark, In the night sky, in the constellations and their twinkling...

My little sister once said, "The stars glitter so bright each day" I turned to see her small hands pointing towards the heavens. We laid...

My Roof To feel the soft fall of rain Each panel on the roof Curls back Like the lotus petals From my drawings When they touch my hot...

There I stood in the rain- A million droplets over me, That draped my skin with their touch- With a giggle, and a blush. They fell from...

And I walk alone on the titled road, Reminiscent of the times when the angels spoke, The reality of my life lies in its shroud, I...

The poem belongs to the author and the author only. All credit belongs to them. Please don't copy it!! It's their original piece! Cover...

Pen is power; I know. The power that neither you could snatch away, Nor I could forget. I cherish it and will always do. My throbbing...

a mural cascade on the mountainside with fury grown in the cold mottled lands slipping under ribs of the remaining below. light dims...