Ekphrastic

Devils You Know
Temptations are ubiquitous and strong A swarm of appetites is every soul To some sort of demon, many belong Tranquil serenity should be our goal
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Embracing the chaos that embellishes within me
Embracing the chaos that embellishes within me Chaos belied in its mindful tune as the atrocities of the uncertain waves began to dance,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Fantasy
We all live in a fantasy Made up realities that we believe Long gone are the ways we thought it would be Childhood dreams drowned in a sea of bitter reality
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Meet Me Next Christmas: Movie review
Meet Me Next Christmas: A Festive Frolic Through the Big Apple A heartwarming holiday tale that captures the magic of the season
By Nimalabout a year ago in Poets
Good morning
Good morning my homeland With you the morning departed And made a place for it so be patient And I want to kill it so think
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
Confession Angle
I sat on the confession chair My soul is in deep sorrow And around me are four wolves And the fifth of them sits in front of me for investigation
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
"The First Frost of Winter"
Beneath the hush of morning’s light, A breath of cold, a sparkling sight. The world, once warm and wrapped in gold, Now wears a gown of silver, bold.
By Azra parveenabout a year ago in Poets
The Haunted Night
The storm came out of nowhere. What had been a calm evening turned into a chaotic downpour, forcing Rajib to pull over his motorbike. The rain blurred the winding road, and the distant flicker of a village light was his only hope. Soaked and shivering, he pushed his bike through the muddy path toward the settlement.
By Israt Jahan Anikaabout a year ago in Poets
Crux Imissa
I watched him write a novel and a play While smoking and drinking a cheap champagne; In another, ostentatious display He tied his shoes while fixing my sink drain
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
the moon
I sat searching with my eyes for the moon And I did not know that it had retired from staying up late I went searching for the clouds, perhaps they
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
Letter scattering
I saw those letters Scattered in oblivion On that wall Passing through the coldness of death Penetrating the folds of sorrow inside me
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
On the sidelines of days
On the margins of days, the truths of time are revealed. And from the panic of the hours, the path of life disappears?
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets