The wind knows the rider before the horse does. Long before sunup, boots scuff barnwood and the rawhide creaks with memory. A buckaroo doesn’t announce himself… he just is. A silhouette stitched into the mesa’s edge, hat pulled low not in mystery, but in reverence. Out here, to be known is not to be seen, but to be trusted. The land doesn't care for noise, only for the kind of silence that speaks from the chest.
He moves like water, slow when he can, fast when he must… always listening. The cattle don’t flinch when he rides through, and that’s a kind of love, ain’t it? Unspoken, wide-eyed, mutual. There’s a gentleness to the way he loops the rope, as if he’s telling the steer, “I see you, I need you, I won’t hurt you.” Love, in the hands of a working man, looks like sweat and callus and quiet intention.
And the horse… the horse knows everything. He knows what the rider’s holding back. When the world falls off the edge of the plain and a man’s only company is his own breath, the horse still walks beside him like a brother that doesn’t ask questions. To be known is to be loved, and the horse loves him for who he ain’t trying to be.
So when the fire dims and stars poke their cold fingers through the sky, and the coffee’s gone bitter, he sits still. Ain’t got much to say. Ain’t much he needs to. The land knows him. The wind knows him. The old dog at his feet knows the rhythm of his sigh. And that’s enough. That’s everything.
Because out here, to be known is to be loved… and to be loved is to still be riding come morning
Copyright © AJ Alderman | Year Posted 2025
You are my favorite person
I'll fall for no Allison
As we sit in the dark moonlight
I promise to keep you alright
Even if we don't stay together forever
I will cherish the momentswhile we had each other
I look at your face and I feel wow
I look at me and then at you and I think how?
As long as we have known each other
You made everyday a lot less darker
On this dark day as we shine
I ask you to be my valentine ??
Copyright © Neil Avhankar | Year Posted 2025
The faithful white race MAGA troop
Should look at this late-breaking scoop:
Trump's "elites" agree
Their face lifts to be
Will ape the Chinese ethnic group
Copyright © Duke Beaufort | Year Posted 2025
Monstrously Machievellian
Demonic pedagogic
Ominously Orwellian
Demagogic logic
Fools’ Musk-ovite mules
Zuckerberg zeitgeist heist
Dickensian dystopia rules
Google last post bugle
Fossil fuels myopia drools
Bellicose Bezos blows
Bro-ligarchy mates’ malarkey
Unions demonstrate
Amazon defenestrate
Hades Gates hierarchy
Murdoch foxy skulduggery
Poxy TikTok runs amok
Crass puns..shock thuggery
This lot don't give a jot
.
Bitter sh**ter Twitter
Greedier needier seedier
The death of mass media
X marks the spot!
Copyright © Toby Bennett | Year Posted 2025
Yet where there were curses , you will find scars, Where I found my secrets, you will see my quiet lies. What pain hides, it also still shows Its fact hoed through ruined trails it snares.
In shadowed dark, a fire still gleams, An ember bright that even pain redeems. The knives that gut are mirrors, clothed in mourning, Reflecting strength once buried beyond understanding.
We learn to draw a sharp edge by hand, To forge a shield of what one cannot stand. For shadows whisper stories, dark but bright, Of powers found where light is scarce and slight.
Behind the door, the soul finds light turn up, In shadows' dance, it learns to rise for you. The night is long, though wounds are won, a future breathes, Where time’s embrace, in life, lays true to its sheathe.
From hushed hallways where voices of shadows call, A symphony of victory rings with thrall. The heart that braved each bitter eclipse. Now throws its dreams on dawn’s gentle lips.
Copyright © Puroja Bhattacharya | Year Posted 2025
love is labeled as...
anywhere because...
it is said to...
when...
by...being the continuum
Copyright © Sand Blown | Year Posted 2018
Husan khuda ne diya.. Fida ham ho gye.. Nasib kisi or ka tha... Barbad ham ho gye
Kismat ki lakeeron mein likha tha judaai ka naam Tere bina zikr hai ab, tanhai ka ehsaas hai kaam
Copyright © Tazuddin Borbuya | Year Posted 2025
Things are so quiet
Letters don’t soar
No one talks at all
They try but they fail
Inaudible words excel
Forever i think that words don’t have sound
Only emotions can turn the world around
That's what we were taught
We were taught that we shall be silenced
That words won’t break us free
That we should take actions
We were taught to throw the first punch
Instead of using our words, we used anger
To satisfy our vengeance hunger
We weren't taught good actions from bad
We were praised for having violence
And bad emotions targeting people
We were taught that words were flagrant and should be banned
We silenced the only people who took a good stand
We were too scared so we didn’t talk
So whenever someone used words
We were desperately shocked
Even though some who visited never knew that we could understand
Or hear the words they used
Words do hurt I may say
But i’d rather hear those distressing words meant to hurt
Than be silenced and have no stand
So that day I got up too
I used my words
Those thoughts I kept in for so long
I Spoke my mind forever as time will go on
-Dawn.B
Copyright © Dawn Byndon | Year Posted 2025
Let go
Let go of the pain
u have embraced
My girl, u deserve better
Those memories that linger
In your mind
Let them be consumed
By your darkness
Why hold it?
When it hurts
When your tremble
With just the thought
Why let the fear grow?
When u can be so much more
Hold your hands
Let your think
And don't let anyone tell u of your flaws
For you have none
You are gentle like the breeze
You shine like the night sky
That your worth cannot be overshadowed
The why to stand in the dark?
Why let other look at u with pity
Stand up and hold your head high
Let the sky know your name
And let others know your pain
The scars are the proof of your fight
And your very own might
Let your heart be full of pride
Not someone's young bride
Show the world your dreams
And let go of the pain
Let go
Copyright © Sayona Chatterjee | Year Posted 2025
Oh god, just look at him.
look at him, marvel in his purity,
gaze upon perfection, glossy-eyed, curly-haired perfection.
This boy isn't from around here,
he's sweet and kind, soft and cheery: like joy personified
His skin is glass, his eyes bright, his hair lit up by his blessing
This is the face of a seraphim, a beautiful creature of purity,
like a dream but a miracle, he is supernatural,
his back: adorned with feathers and gold
his hair: soft and glittery
he is beautiful, he is pure, he is perfection
He stands, oblivious to the world,
naivety, peaceful,perfection,
he sits, regal and royal yet he is humble,
he sees no one as inferior but himself,
he loves all, forgives all and lights up the world
Oh god, just look at him.
look at him, marvel in his beauty,
gaze upon the prince of heaven, the sweet,sensitive angel,
an etherial being we have been blessed with,
and he's mine. Mine to hold. Mine to kiss. Mine to love, to spoil, to keep.
The sun is nothing, compared to the light in his eyes,
the melodicity of his voice, the true joy in his laugh.
People tell me that Demons belong in hell, not with Angels:
I'll gladly go to hell, knowing that i have held heaven,
in my own hands...
Copyright © Scarlett Dadley | Year Posted 2025
The summer sun creeps in
As I lay down
Looking for other forms of brightness
Copyright © Tee Dare | Year Posted 2025
Heavily guarded heart,
wearily navigating life.
Like a fugitive,
invariably primed,
for that final day,
to be discovered,
apprehended,
imprisoned eternally.
Snapping shut like a bear trap,
only able to be opened,
by the strongest of love.
The kind of which,
only transpire in dreams.
If you dare,
to let your heart free.
The most painful paradox.
Copyright © Justin Dennien | Year Posted 2025
Black and grey—
half-dead, half-forgotten,
etched in silence, waiting.
Thou to draw, thou to withdraw,
tracing echoes, tracing the traces,
cursed yet, blessed.
Now, I sit, tracing
the scars of the ruby,
fingers brushing against old omens
in the reflection’s cold embrace.
(I know the echoes all too well—
for I am the one who breathes life
into the melancholies in my head.)
Copyright © Ananya Dey | Year Posted 2025
Hidden in weeds
heart vavle on squeeze
Watch me not bleed
Even if it cuts deep
Keeps you away from
My boredom pale bule face
Made you see, me
The unloveable me
On a big
screen
undressing this soul
A human floating above
Spirts weak
from night terror screams.
Dark heart beating weak
You stared right though my core.
As my reflection hides and retreats .
Shadows knows you will be bored .
Not fooling me.
Once you see all the stains
I dont succeed .
The odds that were against me.
The unloveable me.
No way you will feel the same
Once you finally see
Our
last kiss,
was from the night before
And nothing makes u miss me
Will it be my last
Don't make it yours
Unloveable me
Hidden in weeds
Smoke and more
When I was slowly drifting away
Into space.
saying no more
You left my hand
Sitting lonely
When you were on your own course,
I wanna land
In my forgotten land ,
Of the Unloveable me .
Thinking of the things we had
In a middle of sinkhole
As earth swallow,
us whole
Searching for another dark tower
that holds the key
You were the one to save me
Copyright © John Diket | Year Posted 2025
I believe because it makes sense to me, even though I don’t understand.
It seems so much more reasonable somehow to be part of a bigger plan.
The infinite complexity, the strangest twist of fate
Only when I see God underneath, is it something to which I can relate.
At times, He seems so far away, a forbidding force of reckoning
Other times I hear his small, still voice with gentle comfort, beckoning
Through endless years in countless ways
Some have been punished, some have been saved.
Good men have trusted and changed the world
Evil man have fallen and been made absurd.
Though I cry out with tearful plea
To see how it could ever be
That the Lord, who sent his Son to save
Still lets evil misbehave
How in His name so many lie
And for His sake so many die.
The complex gift You gave to man
To facilitate a master plan
That we can choose to love and serve
That one day we we earn what we deserve
In our time upon this earth
From the moment of our birth
The path before us is one of choice
We determine how we use our voice
Our time our skills
Our wins, our fails
Perhaps one day by his grace
I will see Him face-to-face
And all I wonder will be known
Or perhaps, instead I will have grown
To trust that trust is all I need
In the end, He will succeed
I just need to do my part
So each day I make a brand new start
Copyright © Sarah Dodd | Year Posted 2025
Volverte a ver
Algunas veces pienso que tú ya te vas,
y quizás será para no volverte a ver jamás.
Es uno de esos días donde te vuelvo a recordar,
y me pongo a pensar cuánto te quise de verdad.
Aquella noche te pensé tanto como la de ayer
y quisiera de verdad poder volverte a ver,
como en aquellas noches cuando nos solíamos ver.
Quisiera que fueras mía, como la última vez,
quisiera ser el sol para alumbrarte al amanecer,
lamentablemente ya no nos volveremos a ver,
y estos son los últimos versos que te escribiré.
Copyright © Nicolas Donayre | Year Posted 2025
"When you are not fed love on a silver spoon, you learn to lick it off knives."
One you see in a dream, one you see once a year.
Such great reality! And the vision was clear.
A mother so caring, a queen in her palace,
Nice as the sky can be, an angel in her place.
She came into my life while it was dark inside.
She had cleared the eclipse and gave me back my pride.
I laughed. She came closer. I even sang a song.
For once, I was secure. She even sung along.
My eyes were wide open. Boy! I thought I could see!
Long as she was my light. Boy, I thought I was free!
Why, all of a sudden, I'm full of emotions?
Still hasn't been a month since the separation!
Did I see it coming? Did my ears stopped working?
Did I ignore the truth that my friends were telling?
I prayed and prayed again. But, the yelling gets me.
Now, two weeks on the road, I feel like I'm at sea.
I've been in that journey to discover myself.
My life doesn't have that much time left on the shelf.
I have faith in you, MA. Come back to help me grow!
I'm behind the curtains. Please come and end this show!
Copyright © Widny Dorce | Year Posted 2025
She woke up to a sunrise;
Bright in her eyes as she rose
She stares at the moon as it disappears.
The red hat sitting on her dresser,
As she picked out her daily dress.
Brushed her hair, sprayed perfume-
Still, something was missing.
The girl followed the echoes of her mom’s voice;
Alerting her of the time rush.
As she waited for the bus, the sense of incompleteness
Overweighed her.
Right then, her mom lent her the red hat.
A slight grin crosses her lips
As she outfitted herself with the red hat.
From then on, she’s never felt incomplete
Nor forget the red hat.
Copyright © fedora dorneval | Year Posted 2025