Poetry

16+ hour, 52+ min ago   (163+ words) by Joseph (Joe the Poet ) Adomavicia Walk into a room. Plaster sagging like wet wax. The clocks on the walls melting like a Dali painting. Dripping onto flooring that isn’t there. A re-entry… into the same room. Door slams and…...

57+ min ago   (84+ words) “ The Necklace” poem 📿✨ Necklace, necklace, shiny, pure gold, beautiful jewels it holds, much like every human being who wants to make a good impression at the start. And when I see that … “ The Necklace” poem 📿✨ Necklace, necklace, shiny, pure gold,…...

1+ hour, 6+ min ago   (65+ words) UPHILL A boundless uphill climb Where does it end? On this path I’m walking What is it that’s holding me back? Is it the hatred and anger I feel toward you? Or the emotions I’ve suppressed … Written by Azra |poetrywithsoul…...

1+ hour, 5+ min ago   (75+ words) MY YOUTH Dusty books sitting on the shelf, Suddenly remind me of my old memories, They flash before my eyes, My memories of my youth. On a cold autumn evening, With an old piece of paper and a pen in…...

1+ hour, 1+ min ago   (190+ words) Maybe this is what hope does.It doesn’t ask if it’s welcome.It just comes in,sets up a small, warm lamp in the corner of my roomthat stays lit even on the nights when everything seems dark. I know…...

1+ hour, 21+ min ago   (176+ words) “One day I wrote her name upon the strand.” A name written on the seashore is no match for the waves. A moment later, the water washes it away, as though it had never existed. But what if the name…...

1+ hour, 50+ min ago   (170+ words) I’ve been working as a data scientist for the past six years, and while I’ve spent much of that time working with data, patterns, and problems that need solving, I’m now finding my way into something a little less predictable…...

2+ hour, 51+ min ago   (129+ words) They pace the hallways of my head. At night there are no distractions, so the anxious mind replays old mistakes. If 3 a.m. is when your thoughts get loudest, you’re far from alone. At 3 a.m. my thoughts turn restless.They pace the…...

3+ hour, 29+ min ago   (428+ words) The place where school begins on a poetic day, the pages fragrant with the scent of early autumn. The carefree banyan tree's branches are unforgettable. Streetcar bells ringing in the early morning mist. And the small sun shines on the…...

5+ hour, 44+ min ago   (102+ words) In the Battle of Gen X v Gen Z, I tend to see, Born from the times, As I was born I tend to side See him or her, This is mostly because, We’d have no one left To read…...