Pantoum
Angel 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 a day ago in PoetsNow We Fly
Introduction Birds evolved from a group of meat-eating dinosaurs called theropods. That's the same group that Tyrannosaurus Rex belonged to, although birds evolved from small theropods, not huge ones like Tyrannosaurus Rex.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 2 days ago in PoetsA 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 5 days ago in PoetsIntimate
All I want is to be intimate with you To know all your thoughts and feelings To know the real you To see your scars And remind you of how beautiful you are
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 days ago in PoetsThe vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode.
The vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode. Abundance in its beauty, the truth of innocence it holds, Nativetey oozing in every breath of its ounce, the beauty of childhood beholds.
Hridya SharmaPublished 5 days ago in PoetsThe Unreality
I exist in a universe you cannot comprehend A world with no beginning or end An unplanned existence Full of survival and resistance
Atomic HistorianPublished 9 days ago in PoetsBe the love you so actively seek
The horizon awaits the embellishment of its blending hues, To be dazzled in its beauties, to be unafraid of the unknown mighty blue.
Hridya SharmaPublished 9 days ago in Poets5/20/24
The view astounds As the word bounds from the top to the ground I find what was said to not be found My soul resonates sound
Atomic HistorianPublished 12 days ago in PoetsIf I were stung by a bee
If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
Hridya SharmaPublished 12 days 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 14 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 17 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 18 days ago in Poets