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Life, in Stolen Moments
Life, in Stolen Moments — a phrase that captures the beauty hidden in the quiet, fleeting seconds we often overlook. Life isn’t always lived in grand achievements or loud celebrations; sometimes, it unfolds silently — in a passing glance, a whispered memory, a moment of solitude.
By Tahir Mehmood11 months ago in Poets
Just Let Them
A month ago, while navigating the raw pain of a heartbreak, I stumbled upon a YouTube video that unexpectedly struck a chord. It featured an elderly woman reciting a poem with such grace and emotion that I found myself watching it over and over again. Her words felt like they were meant for me—offering comfort during a time when everything felt fragile.
By Muhammad 11 months ago in Poets
Abundance Spell
Abundance flows to me, like leaves grow on trees. Every where I look, There is plenty there to see. Thousands of leaves on trees,
By Lane Burns11 months ago in Poets
95. Content Warning.
You're so pretty. Why? Is it because my last meal didn't have any gluten? Or because "carb" is a four-letter word I haven't heard in years?
By Belle11 months ago in Poets
"The Quiet After You"
Stop the morning from breaking, pull back the sun, Unmake the sky where your voice once begun. Let shadows spill where your laughter used to lie,
By muqaddas shura11 months ago in Poets
Mythic & Noble
🗡️Mythic & Noble🗡️ She stands where warriors once knelt— a horned guardian draped in fire and fate. Legends do not speak her name aloud—
By Rony Sutradar11 months ago in Poets
The Little Things
Sir, shall I activate the flight and fight response? I don't think I want you to I am not sure there would be any need for that
By Harydo Neon11 months ago in Poets
5/12/25
Lazy days In a daisy haze Whenever I see them I think of you I think of the happy times When life was rough but bearable
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
30 Poem About Flower. AI-Generated.
1. The Rose O crimson bloom, you bleed with grace, A velvet fire in garden’s space. Love’s emblem, bold and deep in hue,
By Dr Sazidul 11 months ago in Poets
My World
This is a world— A world where no one lives, I believe. Everything here is new to me: A leaf, a butterfly, the scent of grass—
By mitty anego11 months ago in Poets
The Strength Behind the Silence
If I told you I was hurting, Would you turn your face away? Or would you sit beside my silence And let your presence stay?
By Nihal Khan11 months ago in Poets
Ink Beneath the Skin
I found the book by accident, a thrift store corner, dust and quiet, wedged between a haunted novel and casseroles from 1983.
By Nihal Khan11 months ago in Poets