My Heart Aches for You
By Rashi Khandelwal My heart aches with emptiness, Needs your healing touch. My heart aches for you, Just your lips are enough. All I...
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Elevating Voices
Moonlight
By Punya Goswami The moonlight shines so bright and clear, Its silvery glow spreading far and near, A calming light that illuminates the...
My Mind's Poison
By Ariana J. As I stood on the grey wooden stairs looking down onto all my selfish cares, I pondered and wandered the thoughts in my...
The Questions
By Ariana J. People always tell me I haven’t lived if I haven’t done this. But if I haven’t lived I’m still alive But to be alive I I...
For Art and Climate
By Leena Joshi With brush strokes bold and colors bright, Artists take up the climate fight, Their canvases become a call, To save the...
Phoenix
By Melina S. Farahmand. Poem from the book When the Stars Collide Like a Phoenix, continue to rise from beneath the ashes, with the magic...
Icarus
By. Nova Macknik-Conde, Poetry Ambassador at Rising Poets Community Originally Published by Stone Soup Acrophobia keeps me down, Hostage...
The Age of Pollution
By. Yelyzaveta Decades ago, people had a dream. Despite wars, dirty cities and sickness, valiant citizens had a strong belief in the...
Resignation
By Nova Macknik-Conde, Poetry Ambassador at Rising Poets Community Originally Published by Stone Soup I look upon these cruel, yet kind,...
The Lovely Birds
By Nova Macknik-Conde, Poetry Ambassador at Rising Poets Community A leaf drifting on a stream A ship with an ice-smooth keel The...
Morning
By. Nova Macknik-Conde, Poetry Ambassador at Rising Poets Community The harsh winter left the barren grounds The snow melted and quenched...
Brave Hearts
By. Victoria Black: Вікторія Чорна The boundless sky begs for peace Its forehead hits the ground. They stifled our faith Burned ships at...
A Flame of Hope
By. Victoria Black: Вікторія Чорна Millions of eyes burned with fear, The future froze in a whirlwind of events, Lonely houses were left...
How many more?
By. Victoria Black, Вікторія Чорна How many more deaths do you need To stop soulless tanks?! How many blue-yellow tears Have children cry...
My soul reaches for the sky
By Elina S. My soul reaches for the sky I am the silent dream of your Ego. You beg: "become my drop of honey In today's bitter everyday...
The Burning Bush
By. Anonymous Ukrainian Writer Who needs this war? Stupid old men whose their own land is not enough. To the ones whom their mothers...
Self Reflection is a Bittersweet Gift
By. m.a.l the poet self reflection is a bittersweet gift / looking within yourself with a microscope / dissecting everything you are /...
Drought
By. Himanshi Duggar We're stuck in times of drought and distress, And although I've got food to eat; It doesn't make the pain any less....
Calendar
Image credit: BBC Wales News Calendar by Evgenia Lysiak The postman came to my door: “A calendar was sent to you here…” “Who is this...
Writers Block
By. Nova Macknik-Conde Photo credit: Catherine M. Wood (1857-1939) My pen lingers over the page, Cobalt ink waiting in the depths, I...
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