Ekphrastic
Patriotic Panorama
In the ethereal tapestry of America's landscapes lies an enigmatic beauty, waiting to be unraveled. "Unveiling America's Beauty" echoes the poetic odyssey, where harmonious horizons, ephemeral echoes, and lyrical landscapes converge. Whispers of freedom resonate through stanzas, crafting a sonneted symphony that mirrors the grandeur and spirit of the USA. As the eagle's quill delicately composes verses, each line maps the vastness of America's beauty, akin to a verse vista illuminating the nation. This long description embarks on an exploration of the unknown facets, evoking awe in stanzas and serenading the homeland with a patriotic panorama. Through sonnets of the shores, it delicately captures the fleeting echoes, revealing a splendor that remains timeless and yet to be fully discovered.
Scott LewisPublished 5 months ago in PoetsIntimacy
What kind of intimacy do you seek Physical intimacy seems easier to find than any other kind But it’s more important to find intimacy of the mind
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in Poets3085 KM
Atlantic waves beckon me. Calling out from the battered seashore. Directing their dirge through shattered stones and glacial winds.
Cathy holmesPublished 5 months ago in PoetsMaterial Girl
Material girl So caught up in the world Your life and outlook make me hurl Self-indulgent Caring for no one else Just a little material girl
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsNo One
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Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsDeimos
Are you curious? When you nose the dark It knows you back. It pulls and repels your ruff And keeps your tail low. Tread light.
Stranger
When I think of you being gone I don’t think of grief and sadness I get a sense of relief and gladness To be free from you
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsHome
Your house is where you live It is the place where you store your things Where you eat and sleep But home Home is a state of being
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsExordium
Accosting you out of nowhere must seem creepy; please forgive me But there is something about your half-gloved solitude that beguiled me
D. J. ReddallPublished 5 months ago in PoetsNairadeceba
Zoonotically chaotic, a world filled with life Yawning and yelling to tell their stories in this Xenologic experience Whaling at all hours of the day to attract a mate
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsWorthy?
A hammer A sword in a stone A thrown waiting to be taken To be conquered by the forsaken To be shaken loose But it is you that must choose
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A code in a book From a cephalopod god People roving the streets As ravenous dogs Devour the holiest of ours People scour to and fro
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in Poets