It takes a brave heart to know poetry or be a poet.  While the realists may proclaim that poetry is an escape, a refuge from the harsh truths of life, it cannot be so. A poet is a warrior and a magician who has the power to confront his worst demons and cast them out into the world dressed in naked pain, honesty and the cadence of words. And he is a dreamer and a wisher!  Poetry is the answer to the silent whispering of your heart and all that can be felt, but not seen, finds its way into the world of Poets. From the golden blaze of the morning sun to the rosy hues of the evening and everything in between, that, which is called life, all of it is Poetry. One only needs to pause in the endless race of life, still the heart, tune into the world around and a poem will be created. A poet can paint pictures in words, out of the diaphanous, ephemeral clouds of thoughts, that the rest of the world struggles to concretize into comprehensible shape.

We are proud and gratified to be able to provide a platform for almost 5000 such poets who have helped us create a repository of more than 10,000 such original poems over a short span of two years. We started out with just our hopes and dreams and you, dear poets, have made Charles Bukowski’s words come true for us “Poetry is what happens when nothing else can.” 

Thank you and here’s wishing you a Wonderful World Poetry Day!

Final Goodbye

Final Goodbye short poem

I walked through the darkness, I walked through the light, I came to where I laid to rest My only true love – The icy cold lips that once were so warm, The quiet heart that once was so torn.

Fire In Me

Fire In Me short poem

Fire in me takes me to burn My heart my soul in real trance Path of love takes no return I have to take this love chance My passion has all love colors My sentiments are breeze in spring My

Grenfell Tower

Grenfell Tower sonnet poems

Thank you for finally listening Although now it is far too late. The death toll continues climbing While nervously you speculate. Black clouds of neglect still shroud us; ferociously the flames rage on It’s 16 hours and counting Our heartache

Hope

Hope short poem

Some things in life don’t make sense In your mind you make a fence To keep the bad out is hard Said the Broken Bard You might believe in something Think it’s love when it’s a fling Think that tomorrow’s

Praise

Praise short poem

Praise Him because He is mighty Praise Him for He is worthy Praise Him for you are here to praise Him Praise Him for you are made to worship Him Praise Him, who gave his son for us Praise Him

Rest In Pieces

Rest In Pieces prose poem

Walking through the twilight between reality and myth Stepping in the shadows of cross and monolith Chinese whispers running through religious verse Fairy tales told from baptism to hearse Children kneel, hands clasped with bowed heads Praying for angels to

Ronnie

Ronnie elegy

I remember well that sweltering summer. Sky bright at 1 am, no breeze to blow the dark in, blackout blinds and fans whispering. Still sleep was difficult, years before whale-song tapes and Victor Meldrew. Though we had our own versions.

The Raven

The Raven long poem

A black creature sits in front of me A mysterious yet beautiful creature I reach my hand out to touch the creature and it disappears Crafty creature isn’t it? The creature came back again tonight This time right in front