Ekphrastic
Wise'
A gentle breeze that whispers low A soft voice guiding us as we grow A light that shines in the darkest night Illuminating paths, leading to new light
Isra SaleemPublished about 24 hours ago in PoetsThe Oppressive Narrative
Many fear the oppressive narrative The tale as tyrant, irresistible; Full of directives bold, imperative Molding minds with its hand, invisible
D. J. ReddallPublished a day ago in Poets"The Present Moment"
In the present, we find our peace A sense of calm, our worries cease The past is gone, the future unsure But now, we have the power to endure
Isra SaleemPublished 3 days ago in PoetsNobody
Nobody asks the sun why it rises Or the moon falls Why the bird sings Or the worm crawls So please Stop asking me why I am the way I am
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 days ago in PoetsYou-11
For the longest time I walked along my own path But then our paths crossed And I knew I’d never be alone againThank 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 3 days ago in PoetsThe Gateway
Sometimes I don’t like waking mid-dream Glimpses of other lives Other possible realities They’re why I don’t look in darkened mirrors
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 days ago in PoetsYou-10
I try not to think about it But it’s hard at times like this When I feel like I realize who you are I am the lock And you are the key
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 days ago in PoetsAngel of the Deep
Angel of the Deep Hidden in plain sight Shifting sands and waves Draw in the fools and the brave in equal measure A creature of beauty and grace
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 days ago in PoetsBean Spillers
Gossip and rumor and innuendo Have always beguiled and befuddled us But the present age makes it hard to know What is true or false or fit to discuss
D. J. ReddallPublished 5 days ago in PoetsThe Burnout Train
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for April 2024 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/ The image that this poem was specifically written about can be found here. (April 2024 – Gerrie Paino's “Night Train”) https://i0.wp.com/www.rattle.com/ekphrasis/EC24Apr.jpg?ssl=1
Rae Fairchild (MRB)Published 7 days ago in PoetsThe Persistence of Memory
The arrow of time keeps pointing forward… or is it? If the gods wanted to for once and for all torment humanity, it would be enough to make them conscious of the trespassing of dimensions. Change. Time.
A Dream Come True
Yesterday I had a dream come true Yes! It is true I was a strange child Disneyland was never in my plans I had a brain filled with full octane
Atomic HistorianPublished 8 days ago in Poets