Ekphrastic

Touching Truth...
My fingers trace unspoken words a book in braille a Tibetan prayer wheel so many etchings on a wall that speaks of truth
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY2 years ago in Poets
Two Tomahawks...
Party over here! Party over there! Where are the drinks? Stopped, all gone. Too slow, But two tomahawks still On the grill almost done? Not too long... Some likes rare, But some likes medium. Some likes showing bone Resembling... the axe. Some, The steak presents better. Feels cooking innocent Two tomahawks... Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets
Wherever
Where are they going, those gaunt, gallant ships? Wherever you wish them to go, my friend! Surely some madness tumbles from your lips:
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
A love letter to all my beautiful women out there
Enclasped in the beauty of feminine, the world awed at her glance, In the mirth of her joy, the conundrums of empathic dualities started to dance.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Women and Enlightenment
Tomorrow, men will become Buddhas anyway... Who is a woman who is not guilty? In a book, Rama and Sita ask. Your happiness is my happiness.
By Rohitha Lanka2 years ago in Poets
Torpor
Breaking news, alarming views, tattered shoes, the lives we lose. Shocking thoughts, feelings fraught, lives are bought, all for nought.
By Hannah Alexander2 years ago in Poets
3/4/25
Falling up to the sky Kiss the moon The swallow’s swoon The clouds cry on the plain Rotting corpses rule the day Shards of the gods wandering aimlessly
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Ekphrastic 7
Did you know that a child can only begin to recognize themselves in a mirror when they're 18 - 24 months old? Do you know how we know this?
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
I drunk texted my ex
Prompt- It has been a long night of tequila shots and you pull out your phone seeing your last text, message him again Hi Ari
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Spring to Mind
Your thoughts weave foliage into feathers You make leaves fly and give flight hungry roots Green imagination, winter weathers
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
St. Patrick’s Day a delightful day
St. Patrick’s Day a delightful day The grass is green, the sky is clear, A cheerful day is finally here. With clovers bright and laughter wide,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Heart
I hold you in my heart I have from the start And forever there you’ll remain To my dying day 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