Elegy

Icy Wastes
Antarctica, where are you going? I thought we were good together. You're so chill and I'm so hot, but now you want to split?
By Addison Alder2 years ago in Poets
The Sins of My Father. Top Story - July 2024.
My Father chases the bottom of a bottle like it holds the universes best kept secrets. He's not a religious man; raised Lutheran, but he finds his Hail Mary's in the ecstasy of poison. He drinks from it, it drinks from him, and there he finds ritual in his God- this my body, and I give it up for you.
By Christiane Winter2 years ago in Poets
the widower
though i love the cool breath you left on my neck lingering years past our last goodbye, i can't live a life where you still raise the
By kp2 years ago in Poets
Love Me
Love me Love me now Love me later Love me drunk on happiness Love me sober on hard times Don’t ever let this be over 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
False Flag
We’re all tired of this The braggadocious actors in our theater The false flag notions of progress The boiling oceans of hate and dissent
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Good Health
In the gentle glow of morning light, Good health, a treasure pure and bright. In this gift, true wealth we find. Vibrant pulses, hearts that sing,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
Clean Water
Crystal streams in sunlight gleam, From mountain springs to ocean wide, Clean water flows, a life's true guide. A sip of health, a cool embrace,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
Our Parents
Guiding us with love so new. In their embrace, we find our way, With the wisdom shared and patience shown, They shape the seeds their hearts have sown.
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
The metamorphosis of desperation into a field of dandelions
The dramatism of the mortal bane elapsed in its stillness to be, In the pleas of eternal metamorphosis, I wished for the darkness to engulf me.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Throughout the Season
Spring's shy whispers nudge the world awake, Sunlight stretches, painting fields ablaze. Timid crocuses, a purple haze, Push through the earth, announcing nature's craze.
By Moharif Yulianto2 years ago in Poets
Cooking Pasta
In the kitchen's warmth, a bubbling pot, Water dancing, reaching hot. Twirls of steam, a whispered song, Into the water, with a gentle splash,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets
Raining Outside
Raindrops whisper on the window pane, Grey clouds drift, in skies they roam, Painting stories, in whispers known. Puddles gather, on streets they gleam,
By Abbas2 years ago in Poets