Ballad
Psychedelic world part, three 1997
poem, number 26 Camagüey Camagüey miss your beaches and your churches. I am thirsty I need to drink from the water of your Tinajones. Save me. every street in every avenue you are the treasure. Oh Cuba oh my Cuba O my Camagüey.
Rikki la rougePublished 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
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsPsychedelic world part five
poem number 52 Haiku Violet The violet in the skies of night, you kissed me on the phone. The violet was divine. Poem number 53
Rikki la rougePublished 5 months ago in PoetsSearching
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 PoetsThe City of Love
Where the youth ages in the spirits of eternity, Grows in the specter of fondness that never dies, The aspect of beauty cannot keep its lustrous eyes.
Hridya SharmaPublished 5 months ago in Poets'The Wild West' Ballad
Bullet holes circled 'round the door Dark smoke hung thickly there Shots rang out loudly in the street Did anybody care?
Angie the Archivist 📚🪶Published 5 months ago in PoetsDivine Feminine
See I been speaking with my divine feminine friend, and she's pushing my limits again... Frequently sublime listening to her mind...
Art of being alone
Once, in a quaint town, lived a woman named Emma who cherished the art of being alone. Far from loneliness, she found solace in solitary moments. Emma spent her weekends wandering through serene landscapes, sketching the beauty around her.
Lincoln VRPublished 5 months ago in PoetsThe Wanderer
Behold!! The Wanderer Traveling the stars Both near and far What does it know It’s just a brain in a jar Come to inspect our world
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsSelf-doubt: the plunderer of dreams in the womb of young souls
How often do you hear the phrase self-doubt has killed more dreams than failure ever will? Our worth is often determined by the external factors that surround us. We are all conditioned to follow societal norms and adhere to the timeline that society wants us to follow.
Hridya SharmaPublished 5 months ago in PoetsBrain Worm
You’re my personal brain worm No matter how much I move Or squirm You stick in there You live in the house under my hair
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsLetter to the Unwise
Tonight void of stars in the midnight sky Just the same an empty head Not remembering the last time she'd written him a letter dutifly expected to be read
McKenzie McQuadePublished 5 months ago in Poets