Ekphrastic
Familial Fables
Our enigmatic origins have been The subject of many peculiar tales; Sacred, secular, lofty and obscene Many involve a villain with bright scales
D. J. ReddallPublished about 9 hours ago in PoetsThe Artist's Promise
At some point in the far-off past, in an inquisitive town settled between moving slants and mumbling woods, there continued to be a young woman named Elara. Elara was known all through the town for her agreeableness and splendid smile, which could illuminate even the haziest days. She continued with a clear life, working at the town cake kitchen, where the scent of recently warmed bread and prepared products drifted through the air, drawing in people from miles around.
Rony SutradarPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsArt
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
Atomic HistorianPublished about 21 hours ago in PoetsSong
This is a basic poem I don’t know how to write rhymes If everyone ever wonders I just can… sing! * And I lend this hand to music
Vale Perficientur
Do it as if this Is your last chance to do this Well, for it may be
D. J. ReddallPublished 2 days ago in PoetsBad Habits
Most carnal pleasures are forbidden me My bed is cold and lonely as a tomb Never will I a naked maiden see Nor see my son spring from her fertile womb
D. J. ReddallPublished 3 days ago in PoetsIs the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society? The beauty of the strides reckons itself like the clock work's step
Hridya SharmaPublished 4 days ago in PoetsSubmarine
Everyone is so worried about keeping their boat afloat In hopes life will keep them off the ropes But I’m just a slick and lean submarine
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 days ago in PoetsSavage
Just a savage Trying to live average But these scavengers are ravenous Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 days ago in Poets- Top Story - May 2024
Sincerity
True sincerity is the scariest thing to hear It hurts to have others truly know our pain To know someone that has stood in the same rain
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 days ago in Poets Release Your Poem into the Light
Light I turn to you with Words to penetrate a soul to release… In the night I bring are worlds together as a tree stand Grounded through the Soil. My roots are full of texture and unseen color beneath the earth I
Kristine MilewskiPublished 6 days ago in PoetsPale Wanderer
I was invisible and she was seen Snow sweetly sauntering through autumn leaves Playing the voyeur seems somewhat obscene
D. J. ReddallPublished 6 days ago in Poets