Elegy

The Last Café for Poets
M Mehran In the heart of the city, tucked between a crumbling bookstore and a neon-lit record shop, there was a café that seemed almost forgotten by time. Its windows were streaked with the fingerprints of dreamers who had come and gone, leaving whispers of their stories behind. The faded sign above the door read simply: The Last Café for Poets.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Poets
Season 22
It is so profound how I don't think about it anymore. With nature on its way out I packed melancholy into an airtight jar and put it on the shelf beside the jar
By Gerry Thibeault4 months ago in Poets
To Be This Gentle
I never once understood the phrase “The violence it took to be this gentle…” How could violence ever make me gentle? Or anyone?
By Katarina Beronja4 months ago in Poets
Kintsugi 3
There is beauty in you And in me Is it seeing flaws in the beauty? Or beauty in the flaws? Does it matter? We all see beauty differently
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Always in All Ways
Always sounds grand in the moment An expression of hope To conquer every unknown valley and slope Little do we know that always means in all ways
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Danu
Awaken my soul I hear your call But I understand nothing Detached from The Otherworld A forgotten past Disconnected
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
The Lantern Within
What to seek for when nothing in sight? In the never-ending sea of grief, Clinging onto my sunken boat, my plight, Wanton with despair, while hope seeks relief.
By Une Femme4 months ago in Poets
The Bonfire
Circling the edge of the radiant heat Bones crack, spewing repugnant steam Faces, names, sensations; I offer all up now
By K.B. Silver 4 months ago in Poets
Buried
Feeling no self worth A shadow of myself What have I become A beacon of pain A stained canvas for your projections A dark reflection
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
My Mother Earth
Cradled in the Womb of the Earth Connected to the Dense molten core Through suckling roots Nourished by the Generous land
By K.B. Silver 4 months ago in Poets
Tallest Tree
they talk to me about a tree and life and about how Adam needs a wife “remember where you’re from” they say don’t need reminding, we see it every day
By Lyrical Logic4 months ago in Poets
Daddy Died Today
Daddy died today. And the house has gone silent in a way that hurts my bones. It feels like the walls are holding their breath,
By Alexander Mind4 months ago in Poets