art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
Lunar New Year
Festival of new life with the powers of the immune Under the new moon we migrate to the commune The limits break under the weight of unbearable prosperity
J. K. AndersonPublished 3 months ago in Poetsking less
o king less kingdom - the one who lies upon the mountain top. the one conquered by rivers of blood crossed by aching legs
GROWING UP
In the garden of innocence, we first bloomed, Tiny petals of laughter, in innocence consumed. Childhood whispers, like the wind through the trees,
Testimony StevenPublished 3 months ago in PoetsPain in the Back
Word Hunt Ow, my back. I’m hunched up like a crab, writing and crowding my many notepads. - - - - - Why sit like a princess
I am Spring
I am spring, older sister to summer, younger sister to autumn and winter. Simply because I am loved more than winter, if you want to know more I will tell you the details.
call
your fingers know my body but you do not call on my birthday. your tongue knows mine but you do not know the words i speak.
Vultures
Vultures all That is our culture now They fly in for a bite Once they’ve got what they need They take flight 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.
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in PoetsWe’re All Fake
We’re all fake Inside and out Over baked from this emotional drought Never taught how to interact Always giving the wrong reaction
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in PoetsIf I Left Here Tomorrow-2
If I left here tomorrow Would you even notice? Or would you carry on Until you could find someone else to provide my services
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in PoetsIf I Left Here Tomorrow
If I left here tomorrow Would you even notice? Or would you just notice all the unpaid bills All of the uncooked meals
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 months ago in PoetsLove
Love is everything that humans do need to Live it is not about human complexity but a pure Heart from Love of Your own to another human heart
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Ethereal Wanderer
In fields of gold, where wildflowers sway, There danced a girl with eyes like day. Her laughter rang like silver bells,