art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
a-fallin' on me
drip drop drop drip drip drippity droppity drip rain keeps a-fallin' * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: Bit of lighthearted tomfoolery. This is a riff on one of my favourite Top Stories ever - Time is Running Out - please take the time to click the link and enjoy, so you can understand the connection and why it is one of my favourite poems and favourite Top Stories. ha.
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Owl
Onward predator Whipping through the silent air Lapping up its prey 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
Whispers of Illusion
I am an illusion, Like a shadow walking beside you, Yet I’m never really there. You’ve tried to understand me, but not completely, You’ve seen me in the mist of the moon, But in the bright light of the sun, You failed to see my true form. Are your eyes caught in a magical web? Do you know what it means to be lost in a trance? I am a riddle, Fading into dreams like smoke, Yet trapped in the bubble of reality. A mystical game, An invisible force you can’t touch. You search for me in the darkness of night, Under faint stars, where shadows aren’t just shadows. But in the sunlight, I disappear, You can’t see me at all. I’m close to you, yet far away, Always an illusion, A silent hidden shadow, Existing only in the world of your imagination.
By Black Rose2 years ago in Poets
