Ekphrastic

Walls
Walls work both ways One day you say hooray The next, you can’t stay Because walls work both ways _________________ The photo: Konrad Schumann jumping over the early Berlin Wall.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Rowing Out
The desire to escape increases But when the world entire has gone mad On what remote shore can one fit pieces Into a pattern that makes the heart glad?
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Decline
The world was beautiful so we celebrated it We picked up our charcoal and sketched what we saw On rock faces we painted the plains and the creatures
By C.Z.2 years ago in Poets
Rumi: The Mystic Poet of Love and Spirituality
Rumi’s Early Life and Spiritual Journey Rumi was born into a family of scholars and mystics. His father, Baha al-Din Walad, was a well-respected theologian and jurist, whose teachings greatly influenced Rumi’s early education. Due to the Mongol invasions sweeping through Central Asia, Rumi’s family migrated westward, eventually settling in Konya, in present-day Turkey. It was here that Rumi established himself as a scholar and teacher, following in his father’s footsteps.
By Mr Ali2 years ago in Poets
Euphonic Dreams in a Digital Dawn
In the quiet hum of dawn's embrace, Where digital dreams weave through time and space, Euphonic whispers in circuits ignite, A symphony born from the silent night. Pixels dance in a mesmerizing glow, A ballet of light in a delicate show, Euphoria blooms in the virtual air, As melodies spin in a digital lair. Electric pulses sing through the veins, A harmony coursing through fiber-optic chains, Whispers of stars in a cosmic flight, Merging with dawn's first gentle light. Vibrations ripple in a chromatic sea, Echoes of dreams in infinity, Resonant chords in a spectrum divine, Painting auroras with every line. Synaptic sparks in a crescendo rise, Illuminating minds with digital skies, A serenade of hope in a binary stream, Guiding souls in a lucid dream. Euphonic dreams in the digital dawn, A tapestry woven, a new world drawn, Where notes of joy and colors entwine, Creating a symphony, both yours and mine. In this realm where silence speaks, And shadows dance with mystic peaks, Ephemeral moments frozen in code, A story of love and light bestowed. As the dawn breaks with gentle grace, And sunlight kisses each hidden face, Euphonic dreams awaken anew, In the hearts of those who dare pursue. A journey begins with every note, In a digital sea where we all float, Carried by waves of sound and light, Into the depths of endless night. With each beat, a heartbeat thrums, In a world where no voice succumbs, To the void of silence, cold and still, For euphonic dreams our spirits fill. As dawn's first light begins to spread, And stars retreat to their celestial bed, Euphonic dreams in digital dawn, A new day greets with a hopeful yawn.
By Obsidian Pages2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Time: A Cry for Justice
Oh Time, watch over me, Rise and wake up, can’t you see? America’s cruelty reigns, Crushing Gaza’s hopes and dreams.Oh Time, why do you stand still? Write and mark this bitter will, Homes are shattered, souls are crying, Hearts are broken, dreams are dying.Mercy! Help! A little grace, Oh Time, please heal this place. The buried whisper from below, Must they pay the price we owe?Stand up, and speak against the crime, Darkness shall not outlive time. Evil falls, its power fades, Goodness rises, and light cascades.Call my name, let echoes soar, Justice stays forevermore. Through the dark, the light will gleam, Guiding hope through every dream.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Poets
Coup
The cat was on the prowl Not a creature was stirring Not even a mouse Because the call was coming from inside the house 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
The Liar's Empire
What would happen if the truth did become Relative, subjective, personal, vague? A nebulous, grey pandemonium Such that survivors can't recall a plague?
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Ekphrastic 4
He came to me in his frontal-parietal-temporal-occipital-cerebellum mantle, the wispy wool of his scalp bleached like the heavens he separated from the Earth, from me.
By Wen Xiaosheng2 years ago in Poets
Lupa Capitolina
babes she found in the wilderness lying abandoned, harsh the elements deep in unforgiving woodland the wind it whistles as she howls
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Through the window of time
The phone chimed, jolting me awake. I picked up and saw a glimpse of a bleak existence, That belied my mortality at its stake.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Monsters
The real monsters are those that hide in the shadows The bean counters and profiteers That leave nothing fallow The ones that fight to destroy everything from the rear
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets