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!

The Widow

The Widow prose poem

Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore, but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore. The young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach,

You Promised

You Promised short poem

YOU PROMISED You promised to walk with me all through life’s journey, are you sure you can manage when the path is pricky and wild. You promised to swim along with me in the ocean of life, are you sure

A Mighty Canvas

A Mighty Canvas ballad

On Gods mighty canvas The midnight sky lit up by stars Mythological creatures lurk about the universe Voodoo witches busy brewing magical spells Astrologers write the faith of man Trapped in a confused state Seeks the help of fortune traits

A Scenic View

A Scenic View long poem

Let’s just pretend you can take a trusted from on a road trip down by the sea as a beacon of light to a hurting friend in need we have created a magic circle drowned in the rain stop for

A Summer Place

A Summer Place ballad

Days when the wind blows so cold It tears at my bitter soul I think about that song, A summer place and wanna close my eyes and picture you and me on that beach I remember sitting on a blanket

A Wooden Chair

A Wooden Chair prose poem

He is still leaning, without arms, on legs doomed to be broken. His profession is lively death, solitude and cold. He remembers nothing from his far past, except for birds’ songs, the rustle of pale leaves, the bubble of a

Against The Times

Against The Times short poem

Lipped-wet, Counterfeits. Fakes neither audible nor visible. The moment dies in our hands. It was a non- happening. Silence booms destroying the palace, of dreams. I should have become the scissors. This poem is not charitable gnawing at the underlip


Alcohol elegy

She was screaming. I don’t know who that she is. But that she was screaming ’cause, the bleeding won’t stop. The blood was pouring out in the form of clots, and the alcohol and pills were doing a great job.

An Ode To Headphones

An Ode To Headphones ode

Closed back, open back, on ear, over ear I love all varieties of you, Oh dear Sony, phillips, sennheiser or skull candy Congrats dear, you are gettin trendy Ranging from few hundreds to lakhs.. & from light as white to

An Ode To True Love !

An Ode To True Love ! ode

Love – the quest , the ‘curiousity’, begins in us early, for there’s always enough of a legacy, to entice, seduce and delight ‘posterity’ … Seeds of ‘romance,embrace and cajole’, Nurture within to become ‘full grown and whole’, Everyone in


Ancestors long poem

Darkness of endless night breaks my bones Carrying rocky hills upon heart Beneath the civilised surface I hear repeated queer moan Let me go there I can no longer wait O my wild ancestors I hear your soul stirring I


Anguish short poem

There is not a space left to withdraw, For the eyes to draw respite From seemingly cornering stares That seem to hold me tight Not more intrusive than a sweeping fly That rests to tinker the open savoury A thought

Arrival Of Shrieks

Arrival Of Shrieks short poem

An image was talking to you in your mind. There were fudged voices of foot soldiers of half-gods. I was scared of synthetic leaves and black stars. It was a most explicit blood dance baring-all, the hiss of cones. You

Beast Of Burden

Beast Of Burden short poem

He halted.. Snuffing the air, he turned tail and galloped off. Still, Without much delay, We gallantly dragged our efforts; shooting at the poor beast in hot pursuit I was unwilling in this sport. In my heart of hearts I


Beauty short poem

Lost in the world of fragrance I open my eyes and here i found myself in the garden Oh that’s the beauty of flowers in the garden. Lost in the world of happiness I open my eyes and here i

Birth Of A Poem

Birth Of A Poem short poem

In the sea of flesh: pomegranates. I will not say what I mean. In nameless pit of hollow breast, a parting kiss of poetry. I will count my steps tonight. walking on tectonic plates before the quake hits. It was

Blood On My Roses

Blood On My Roses sonnet poems

Brambly winds has shaken the buds of your may And may be your coral is much more red And in the blue Mediterranean where she has lay The dreams of a crystalline streams by her bed Past her garden where

But I Gave You All 20s

But I Gave You All 20s short poem

Butterflies emerge from unraveling cocoons Raising up, flying away like hot air balloons Traveling the world from calm meadows to isolated lagoons Harmonious living with the squirrels and raccoons Soaring above endless ocean until treacherous typhoons Relentless digging uncovered a


Bye? short poem

do you think 10 years from now you will remember me ? my voice ? the feel of my hand in your hand ? have you forgotten all of that already ? im leaving your life for now thank you

Cannot Say

Cannot Say short poem

On a hollow path you had failed carrying the loaves of bread in biting cold of politics scaring the lips. I was standing near the dawn in praise of dark. The sharks were coming. Here goes the marble floor for


Cappuccino short poem

Let the essence of your love be an espresso that adds flavor Let your fame be an odour that reaches the sky Let your sorrow vanish like a foam Let your smile be sweet as sugar Let your anger be


Choices prose poem

Choices She just stopped one day, halted and held back, from going to school, My little girl. She sat back And ruminated. halted and held back By a force invisible, Her reasons: immiscible . Whispers and worries, ricocheted back and

Cobain Rises

Cobain Rises long poem

A poet of the troubled soul A life on who the devil took his toll A happy bouncing bundle of joy Who turned into an angry stepson boy Dear Boddah, will you be my friend? And always will until the

Cost Of Love

Cost Of Love short poem

Such beautiful religions cutting across proclaiming love, sharing, forgiveness for all God came down earth while people followed got healed, blessed, punished and compassionately erect Yet some chose to balance against His pull proclaiming dissent to their years of belief


Crazy...right? ballad

that time pain called all to seldom all to strange in seasons, reasons of our vain rain seemed as insane. do not ring my dreams while I sleep why step lightly you may awaken nightmares as I stalk time, my


Crush short poem

A lovely day With a bit sun ray, Green area with tree Corner full of bee, Roaming to collect honey. Nothing felt well When my pocket is out of money. Felt so sad But not so bad. Went on the

Day Dreamer

Day Dreamer long poem

My imagination sets sails on lotus leaves and paper boats: for I never meant to travel far. But to picture The little Mermaid’s adventures along the foamy edge of ocean’s floor! My imagination builds nests high up in tall trees,


Daydreamer long poem

My imagination sets sails on lotus leaves and paper boats; for I never ment to travel far. But to picture the little mermaid’s adventure along the foamy edge of oean’s floor! My imagination builds nests high up in tall trees.

Death At My Threshold

Death At My Threshold prose poem

“What is it that makes you flabbergasted, my dear mortal? This isn’t for the first time you’ve been throttled by the fear of demise” says the death angel while ripping apart my bones. “Why am I still remain, to you,

Demons And Angels

Demons And Angels long poem

How can a Love like ours end up this way? How can the pain not go away? I hold onto the memories from all the years. I let it the pain through hundreds of tears. My heart starts throbbing and


Destiny prose poem

Destiny —– Is it really the unseen something Determined by omnipotent fate As it is ofttimes defined ? Or just a quasi dream Propelled by intense desire That doesn’t let you sleep Even when you are really tired It’s truely

Don’t Tell On Me

Dont Tell On Me short poem

Don’t tell on me, but yes, I can’t breathe no more, This smile concealing my frightened soul, I can’t take no more, Don’t tell on me; have lost myself in all these, I’m just a walking robot, no one sees


Drifting short poem

Do you ever feel like your drifting alone in an empty place not really moving towards any goal or any place. It pulls on your soul and is always on your mind it prevents you from moving forward and slowly


Epiphany short poem

why do we “fall in love” ? why can’t we land in love ? maybe because falling in love means you’ve stepped into a gaping abyss , and no matter how much you try to stop the the fall ,


Existence long poem

When something exists, the opposite does too Black and white, hot and cold, old and new Love and hate, heaven and hell, left and right North and South, peace and war, day and night To give, to fix, to begin,


Fallen short poem

My wings are tied, I can not fly, I have been pushed, and I know why For my crimes i can not be another holy entity. I chose this life, I could not stay, I hate their holy bigotry. I

Fly Away

Fly Away long poem

Sometimes my mind flies away, leaving my body behind. I look around the room, I’m so confused. Who are these people? Why am I here? It’s a bit too late, because they can’t relate. What’s happening to me? Why do

Gnawed Through

Gnawed Through short poem

A fat island burns under a looming sun. Bleeding rays will enter your eyes to see the blundering world. The gods were melting down looking at the corpses of faltering orchids, spread out at the feet of a white blaze.

Her Astray Light

Her Astray Light short poem

Outside my rain pours, inside your heart weeps More than a breathe in your mistress reeks Girdle me all along, I wanna divest in your cape Where I can probe for the measures of your step The day you assert,

I Am Chained

I Am Chained short poem

I am chained Something strains and chains me To suffocate in the tightened grip That forcibly blocks my mild muse ‘Get up, it is too late,` An alarm from my sweet Mom, Who howls like a siren, ‘Oh, I can’t

Illuminating Love

Illuminating Love long poem

time after time I sit and wait for your call pouring from a thick alabaster flask a sip of port think back to a nursery rhyme to evoke lasting feelings intact conclaves of better days with your hand to touch


Insomnia short poem

Twilight. I’m still awake. Listening to the mixture of songs through my headphones. The air conditioner is blaring and the fan at its full speed, the lights all switched off and the comforter hugging me. My brain is tired but

Is This Love?

Is This Love? short poem

Perfection may never come Maybe it does not exist The most important thing in love Is knowing love exists . Pass time together No matter what you do Talk often and listen too Let the warmth shine through . Watch

Jim 1

Jim 1 long poem

Jim 1 Divorced from the outside world as if you have never heard changes in the back of my head egg shelled in design & form some may insist on cursing the very day they were born Dionysus was intigued

Karma Is Not Bitch

Karma Is Not Bitch long poem

Karma is Not Bitch It is Us- You and Me Who refuse to understand The signs The warnings And little threats That Karma lays on our paths Only to tell us and warn us That the road we are travelling


Kohl prose poem

Night has enveloped, to give me some relief, Now invisible are walls of separation, and thy grief. Where blood quenches the thirst, Disloyalty is faith last and first, Is the religion my beloved belongs to. I beckoned, red and black

Lonely Island

Lonely Island ballad

On a small island cast away Lost in thought lonesome I stay Early stars shining in the evening sky Where am I, alone I wonder Why? Lonesomeness beckoning fear I see A magical book appears from the blue Emitting rays

Love Never Felt

Love Never Felt long poem

I wonder As I look into your eyes, If you have ever given us a thought If you have ever felt my heart aching Aching for your love and undivided attention Crying for you to fight for us Cause I

Lucky Charm

Lucky Charm short poem

As I step forth, Fear creeps in Legs trembling Eyes blurring Hands quivering Heart wailing Thoughts dwindling Silence surrounds me Standing in despair But I could see the light emanating Radiance of love gently touches me Glory wraps me Peace

Magical Dylan

Magical Dylan long poem

From a song formed on a string let the freedom ring Something blowing in the wind with an explosion of sorts He sang songs about freedom & living off the land When will we as a society ever live to

Masses Of The Heart

Masses Of The Heart long poem

Lately we’ve done some growing up. Without you I feel little different now. The insect that whispered in my ear is no more. No more going through turmoil now. Loving hurt each and every time. It’s the only thing I

Misplaced Identity

Misplaced Identity short poem

Trying to keep myself sane; lost in choosing between two lovers Just like someone telling me to choose an easier death; suicide or murder I’m unconscious trying to figure out my right piece Lost in between two characters I am


Moments short poem

There are moments, of sudden pain… Of anguish, and love, that went in vain..! But these moments, Don’t last too long… I’ve made myself learn, To undo my wrong..!! Those moments, Flood me over again… In fragments and continuity, Binding

More Than Myself

More Than Myself ode

That day when my name was announced I walked towards the stage and took my place I felt very happy and content Almost everyone stood up And clapped and cheered for me But, do you know what was even more

My Black

My Black short poem

My black bleeds the same color red my black breaths the same air my black causes death instead of life. My black should live loud and free my black is me. my black loves you my black loves are true.

My Final Goodbye

My Final Goodbye long poem

Today I am sending my goodbye to you, I loved you with all my broken pieces, I gave you my soul which seems to be torn now… I am saying goodbye to the times I spent with you, The laughter

Nasty World

Nasty World ballad

The innocent and lovely creatures are crying, crying bitterly every moment, For their beauty is their curse; One can not listen to the cry, As it is disgracefully buried by the devils in the inaccessible depth of the secret world,

Need Not Suffer

Need Not Suffer short poem

The tears were walking along with laughter. My face was roasted. The fish-men were moving the political wheels. As the chaos was widening, the humming birds started to depart. And the seeds were catching fire from anonymous snipers. The candle

New Sod

New Sod short poem

This day of sixty fruitful weeks shadow pristine relics of bundled keepsakes adorned in obsolete gazettes of passing snow storms, puppy training and next door’s junk mail. Transition logs re-call six states, five military orders, four duty stations, six rusted

Nights Then And Now

Nights Then And Now short poem

Back then In the brightest night When i looked up high Countless stars in the sky But you, the brightest through the night So hard I tried To take off my eye I failed everytime, I cannot lie. But now


Nurse short poem

Hurried steps from room to room, bed to bed, Too many wounds and bandages soaking red. She has seen the ugliest of wounds, and her mind echoes those desperate cries, Yet she will always greet you, wearing her friendliest, warmest

Old Fashioned Roses

Old Fashioned Roses short poem

Our dawn falls with smile falling blind What constructed me, out soaring mine All the insecurities that you have shed Chained my glory in your empty dread I saw your imperfection and every flaw Still I could not resist, the

Orb And The Forbidden City

Orb And The Forbidden City long poem

metaphysical impulse ensues through the flames of resistance shun its existence etched beneath the tapestry of loosened conclaves alone in desperation in the night heavy sounds of cosmic illumination in temples of fire reaching ever higher on point locked in

Poetic Start

Poetic Start short poem

Our love had the essence of such a poetic start, As it’s now quiet with nothing but slow songs playing in the dark, I hear the rhythm of a piano fused elegantly with a lonely harp, Where I lie here


Purity short poem

Purity withheld no longer when ultimately, the flame of innocence within me diminished the spark which once I possessed with great reverence from. Ages demanded ultimately for the purity I profaned; what would I pay back and forth for the


Radicalism short poem

The coming of a that to dismantle the comb, unstilling trees under tracer bullets swaying in embrace for moonmilk. The unzipped planktons in sea open their mouth to supermoon for a night dive in a green passion. Does it need


Rain short poem

I lay in bed Listening to the hammering rain Pit pat pit pat Beating on the window pane I gaze at these racing drops Hitting a different note each fall Spreading the fragrance in the air Of their rendezvous with

Searching Her

Searching Her short poem

I was there alone trying to convince myself a lie Somebody came from no-where and made my heart fly. Even without her, I was thinking that I was happy But I was forgetting that key to all my happiness was

Serial Depletion

Serial Depletion short poem

Effectively in givenness; stranger in one’s own house you search the detritus for a lost face. Stay closer to me, O walls I am catching fire. Draw the blood from my veins and taste me. The otherworldly glow of the


Shadows short poem

Standing in your shadow This is all that I know A picture perfect family Don’t let anybody see Late at night its rising Dark yet oh so blinding Numb to the pain now The voices in my brain scowl Draw

Shiny Nickels

Shiny Nickels prose poem

Mama ate her collard greens with raw onions, pinching a morsel of greens with sweet cornbread, as juicy pork neckbones lay naked of meat. The sweetness of life, like sweet Kool Aid fills our tummies, while dishes await scrapes of

Slow Fearful Contrast

Slow Fearful Contrast short poem

Blazing eyes hot with slow fearful contrast fired together, coloring a vivid sonic boom. Blinding all with fired pistols quivering through many of the mighty dead. The light in my eyes was the only movement that could be seen. While

Soldiers At Siachen

Soldiers At Siachen prose poem

Poised to do impossible at this worlds highest battlefield, We never fear, as we are men with nerves of steel. The land is barren, the passes are so gigantic, Temperatures vacillate faster, making us erratic. With white out at every


Soulmates short poem

A love i have never known before But i know you for thousand lives Feeling your hands on mine on the go I recognise our love, it survived With a bond very rare and true Space and time cannot compete

Step By Step

Step By Step short poem

In this life, sometimes we face, Steps we have to take, that brings disgrace. Those around you, will point and judge, But if those steps for you, are good, I say, do not budge. For what steps we take, that


Stoking short poem

Just a sip on verge, man was eating a mountain, forgetting carnations. A peacock sits on the belly of a torchbearer for a credible crime. One Buddha fails today. Turns around and goes back to his princess. Give me blood


Submission prose poem

oh, my an editorial board when I first sat down today to write poetry I imagined a whole other world love was on my mind the world was new and I made the most of it so I ask you-

Sucking Blatantly

Sucking Blatantly short poem

This was the pain through the window in humility. Cannot catch a break in rambling rose, carrying the dead crown of a tryant. The blindness makes a presence. People are bidding farewell to the bloody son. I want to come


Technology sonnet poems

Giant cable webs from the skies Stare at me in my eyes; Messy wires that crisscross out there, Are sending transmissions everywhere, And they make us sit in our homes: Hooked up to laptops and mobile phones. And should we

The Door

The Door prose poem

The Door// By: Fareed Ghanem **** (1) The door; outside there is everything; flags and noise, traffic policemen, temptation apples, toothy eyes, ears calculating breath-bangs, tinny moon counting steps, cheeks which flower with love, ready to pass to oblivion, flattering

The Doubt

The Doubt prose poem

I could see no justice while the righteous were being deprived, I who fought for his face,I who resemble justice was driven by the zeal of what that represents true devotion,devotion for my thoughts that give an insight of my

The Layman

The Layman prose poem

The Layman (Or: When History Repeats Itself)// By: Fareed Ghanem **** He is a layman, just like a gulp of water from a brook passing here by chance. His features are gratis, his eye-brows a bush of terebinth, furze, chicories

The Poisened Blue

The Poisened Blue short poem

When the bloodshed starts at the doorstep of solemn silence, give me a lone engagement with the invisible to unchain the split heart. I will take away the pain from home and come back in failing light when a star

The Sulk

The Sulk short poem

Lapis lazuli: like a crazy theme of hostile doctrine, spawning a fierce battle of bulge. It was scary like a scrawny lizard climbing on the breasts. The hoarse retreat of the arm, when the lamb did not squeal under the

The Swing

The Swing ballad

I looked out that window that swing still hangs there, today its not swinging it just hands in the air, You wonder you stare those days you remember when you just didn’t care. Go make your excuses and just sit

The Truth

The Truth sonnet poems

When you believe your truth is true And other truths are wrong Then to the colors there’s no hue No rhythm to the song It’s based on your view of life Which comes from all you’ve seen Rich or poor,

The Widow

The Widow prose poem

Dawn did arrive and brought soft light across a sand-filled shore, but no one knew the sadness that the widow there did bore. The young new widow with bare feet and loneliness at heart, walked slowly down the sandy beach


Time long poem

Where are you time? Infront of us Or behind us Walking with us. Or you make us walk. To him you brought it. They saw his body melt, Day by day bit by bit And then one day you had

True Spin

True Spin short poem

While tracing a home by charcoal on a white paper, I hear, a word comes from the wolf. A fat was being pumped into the face of a tryant to inflate him into a giant. Butterflies were undulating with excitement

Twist My Heart Again

Twist My Heart Again short poem

Reached, not yet pubescence: a cloud says, moon was crazy, treading on a forbidden lake of frozen tears. Breaking fast unto death for releasing the doves in sky of hymns. The gametes were weary. Procreation will wait. Let the dark

Unexpected Fear

Unexpected Fear ballad

She stands and waits in her wedding gown Like white clouds Floating on her, she walks around she looks out of her window pane Wishing he will come to see her again The broken promise they can mend The fear


Ungoing short poem

Incredible moon tips the hallucinating tree. Lake propels the waves to limbs and strips to bank. I wear my lightning and enter into a process outside body. The night betrays and goes back to sun. There is a frame of

Violent End

Violent End short poem

Crush of holy hands on blue skin of a flame was the wet revenge of a withering rose. That defiant streak bursts with knowledge of a sin. White and black, this was me and my unwrapped flesh. Dirty glory of

Vocabulary Lesson

Vocabulary Lesson prose poem

it’s true that I am cerebral and erudite I use words both pithy and expositional which is to say I am constantly engaged in the act of expounding, setting forth, and explaining my point of view allow me to pontificate-


Voices short poem

I hear a voice in my head screams say pretend be who they want being that is easy but instead I’m lost with all these choices losing touch of the little piece of me inside where are you is yesterday


Wager ballad

She only knew she was impelled by some force greater than her will. Touching her lips that warm her flash. Merely touching them wasn’t enough. She was drowning in a wealth of sensations. The salt maleness she could taste beneath

Want To Make A Difference?

Want To Make A Difference? short poem

Want to make a difference? then show love Love is something people can’t get enough When with their beliefs we don’t agree We need to love them you and me Let them see Jesus living within Let them see we

What If I

What If I prose poem

What if i comes to you for ever? Will you care for me the same…. No!! What if i starts abominating you? Will you understand me for the same.. No!! What if i disavowal your words? Will you respects me

When Weaving Stopped

When Weaving Stopped short poem

The grain of wood was nuanced for naked aggression. The groping could not find the plasma. Some non-believers were deemed insane by rust-tainted smiles of shimmering stars. Defiant was the crushed grass after caressing the moon in lonely night. The

Who Am I

Who Am I ballad

A sleepless night exploring an expectation My mind eye playing the reel Anxiety clicking with time My self – doubt will maybe? The inner voice begins to play The same old Sun awakes a new day This is I the

Winter Song

Winter Song short poem

Old numbers, lighthouses, baked bread. I open my eyes. nervous and irritable. Another day with vertigo. Five shillings grew lighter and lighter, the grinning letters, occupied me, tender and cool. Things change their colour, and die, The ever-increasing noise, the

Wole Soyinka

Wole Soyinka short poem

Africa’s venerated literary icon with words of eloquence esoteric to the blind. Distinguished in letters for ages infinite. Unparalleled in intellect, and a gadfly of constructive dissenting views. Soyinka, You are indeed a priceless asset to the black race. The

Yours Only

Yours Only short poem

A city prepares to die. What is the real time now for blemishing the skin of a man? In your violet eyes I will find a moon for an encounter. An alien wall comes up between us.We cannot shed the