Elegy

Man
The tyranny of man is exceeded only by his greed. The past has made him cynical and the future insecure. Fear has poisoned his mind and corrupted his heart. Society has taught him to think not feel; that knowledge is something learned not gained. It is inherited through blood, sweat and tears.
By John Hanna2 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
Serenity
"Amidst life's chaos, I find my peace In nature's arms, my soul releases The world's din fades, as sunset's glow Wraps me in calm, like a gentle flow
By Timothy Emeh2 years ago in Poets
A tale of self belief
h to cease to exist, to hide my essence and to dive deep, Under the peonies of the stillness of darkness under the waters of sleep.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
heavenly distance
far away, I’m not there; here are just residues of my former self
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
in my own wild blue yonder
dreams wanned, sun stolen, empty sky filled with regret, no one would cry out
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
a wasted grace
sun pierces through clouds showing gentle grace of gods; human rain took all
By Sun Bee2 years ago in Poets
March of Death
With each breath We take one step closer To it all being over Not over over But the end of our world as we know it A new and uncharted era
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
What Have I Forgotten Now?
Today was his birthday. I live at the residence where he passed away. -—-The seizures hit me a week ago, causing me to break the toilet seat as I fell to the concrete floor. I'm still sore.--—- The "extended illness" mentioned in my brother's obituary is a euphemism for "years of drug abuse that ended in an overdose." It's curious to me that I've never seen his ghost.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡2 years ago in Poets
Eternal peace
The soul trembling with the fear of death, Flowed into the stream of eternal peace after death. When the soul tore through the body and emerged, As if a bird had been freed from its cage. The life force, wrapped in the peace of death, No longer desires another body. The soul wishes to dwell in peace for eternity, In the calm consciousness beyond this speck of dust.
By Karan w. 2 years ago in Poets
Soul-4
Slender is the soul Forced to fit in a hole Folded and pushed into a corner Just to feel a little warmer
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Art-2
Art is the ability to make the disgusting beautiful And to leave your audience lusting 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