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Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.

A.L.F.
Arriving hungry Lighting our lives with laughter Feline devourer 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.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Father Sky, do you cry too?
Watch as the sky cries; Thunder as his fingerprint Clouds part ways in peace
By Mingling with the Moon 2 years ago in Poets
Icarus might tell you no
Can the sun be caught? Icarus might tell you no His words flame the sky
By Mingling with the Moon 2 years ago in Poets
Beyond
Soaring through the sky to the heavens up above catching the moonlight.
By Just Daniel2 years ago in Poets
Ah, Crap
ah shit, keech, ass choc raining down on us, our cars Pigeon, seagull, shit * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Keech is a slang word used in various parts of Scotland for bird poo. You're welcome. Definitely the last one. Now. I feel certain I am the only one to tackle birds pooing for the Sky-Ku challenge. I am happy with that.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Ode To Seagulls
your food, they'll snatch it sneaky but loud winged buggers seagulls on the prowl * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Last One. No Apologies.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Freedom, You Say?
How the birds mock us 'Freedom, you say?' they squawk as they fly where they want. * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Yeah. We don't really understand freedom like the birds do.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
The Final Waltz of the Dead Stars
abyss, the night sky as stars they dance and they die— we breathe, are alive. * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Another for the Sky-Ku challenge, but you already knew that!
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Black Boy Magic
I Am The Magic That You Hope And Pray, Like Wishing For A Sunny Day… My Love Is What You Cannot Escape I Am Where You Feel Safe.
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)2 years ago in Poets
Autumn Leaf
Gently it descends, dancing in the breeze, A quiet melody, whispering tales of peace. An old memory of a springtime long gone,
By A.Petrovski2 years ago in Poets
PEN AND PAD
UK’s moving really mad Looking back It’s kinda sad All these douchebags they’re In power Is that why the country’s bad I’m just me I’m just a lad
By Haychie_Artist2 years ago in Poets
Sky
Serene clouds drifting Kid’s red kites fluttering and Yawing in the wind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets