I stopped writing.Stopped putting pen to paperStopped listening to the raindrops of my soulBecause the…
a prose poem
A damp yet dusty road stretched ahead. The sun shone intermittent, peeping through the thick, fluffy…
At Millennial Poets, we believe in the power of poetry.
We honor poetry for its ability to change us, to make us feel less alone, to see us, to help us breathe easier, or to give us the words…
Their bellies full but they hungryAn angry mob can be a hungry mob Their cups full but they thirsty An angry mob can be a…
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Glimpses Through A Poem
I am the night watchman and the day watchman of my mind,
Staring out of the windowOf my departing trainOnly glass separates us
It is unfortunate how
One moment the sun shines