Winter Is Coming

Snow for hair,His sigil is the wolves’ eyes,His voice, a dance of wind,His soul unveils all your lies. He may seem harsh,He will prepare you for everything,He will wage wars until,You learn to love your own being. He will bring soft showersTo reward your patience,He will cackle with laughterWhen you die for your arrogance. His

The Ocean Became The Stage

The leaves were dryAnd the sky was painted,In a golden haze,The world was tinted. The wind was dancing,The leaves were rustling,It was a different silence,One without any human disturbance. Twilight came and trees waited,Night fell and wind started singing,The ocean became the stage,And stars finally started dancing. Flitting through the ocean,The stars danced without a

A Race Against Time

The sun kissed my faceWhile wind whistled past,No one behind me in the race,Am I the one who is last? The question paper in front of me,Filled with questions I have never seen,For answers, my mind comes up blank,Am I the one to be blamed for that? Drained of energy,I just want a break,My brain

EMBRACING THE FUTURE

Virtual Classes Virtual Classes: The New Norm I used to dream of my room,Digitized into school,Teachers teaching through laptops,Using internet as their tool. Don’t use your phone, they saidDon’t spend your time online;Look how the tables turned,Towards internet, now they incline. “Switch on your videos,Turn off your mics,Am I audible to you all?I hope, this class

Beach Love

Waves hit our feet,Sand became our seat,Wind swept our hair wild,All the worries forgotten for a while. Dancing with the breeze,His eyes danced with glee,Brushing his lips in between,He made me his queen. We tried building a castle,It proved to be quite a hassle,We ended up walking near the ocean,Leaving footprints and staring in admiration.

A Wish to Bunk Death

Lights are blaring,I can hear the shouts,Looking at you, I feelA faint crawl of doubt. It’s been long sinceWe have pulled the strings,Turned slaves to our lives,It feels nice to be kings. He loved breaking rules,I loved hanging out,Breaking all the norms,We snuck away through a blackout. The doctor and the nursesWould die in worry,But

Free Verse – I

Those were the dayswhen love was professed byscented handwritten letterswhere tongues dancedin themelodyof poetryThose were the dayswhenlovewaspureA union of not two bodiesBut a union of souls.

Innocent Love

Scented paper with accented letters,Bouquet of flowers with lovely words.Mornings of delight with over-sized sweaters,A love as light as the chirping of birds. Painting with swirls,Poems where phrases twirl.Dancing in the midnight,Experiencing love by candlelight. A love so amusing,Even the cursed smiled.Their small troubling banters,Made the gods grin with delight. Two mortal bodiesHardened with intimidation,Only

Wake Up: I Am Still a Human – Tisha M. — Radiate Literary

Today we’re delighted to bring you a poem entitled “Wake Up/Treat Me Like a Human” by Tisha M. We love the style and passion of this piece. Enjoy! Wake Up/Treat Me Like a Human A small white flower Soon trickled blood, Purity and innocence, Society claimed; washed away from her. A woman, a carrier of […]