I love
the moonglow
and starry silence
of the night.
Nighttime,
my time
to relax, reflect, and rejuvenate.
These are the hours
that restore life
but it’s the hours before,
the golden hours,
when sun reflects his softest hues
that I am reminded
of my life
worth living.
Mourn with those who mourn; this modern call commands.Listen long, hold hands, hearts open, eyes expectant.Answers absent, pride put aside,Waiting, witnessing silent cries. Mothers model; they move and meetSorrow’s shadow with tears that greet,Hug, hold, heal—helping handsBinding the broken, where understanding stands. Wisdom whispers with patient pause,Support, solace, shared without applause.Unseen, unspoken strength in staying…
You claim,like your parentsbefore youtaught,that killingcarriesGod’sjudgmentand wrath. Yet, through scrolling streams,I hear your words,hurled in hate,like sharpened stones,piercing flesh,ripping apart heartsof the leastamong us. When mercy failson empty scrollsof endless rage,each scornful wordscars the soul… And hearts, robbed of grace,invoke judgement’s doom.
Our online age
obsessed with
cash for clicks,
it’s too tempting
to abandon integrity
for influence
In my kitchen of lifeI once had a planTo cook up successWith masterful handI focused on platingAbove refreshing savorServing fine dishesFreeFrom temptingSweet flavor Sharp knivesTo slice, diceMince, julienne, and cubeLeeks, carrots, and beanslike they chop on the tubei’d add too much saltBut not enough spiceHeat turned up too highBlackened food?Yeah, right! I should have knownWhen…
I have a theory:
It’s simple
and clear
through small acts
with small means
we steer change
Welcome to the first poetry contest on TheOtherKLM. This short-form poetry contest is built around a theme that feels necessary: Start Caring. Every word has to earn its place, and somewhere in your poem, something has to change. We are starting small with a $25 first place prize. Why this theme? It feels like a…