Elegy
Stranger
When I think of you being gone I don’t think of grief and sadness I get a sense of relief and gladness To be free from you
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsHome
Your house is where you live It is the place where you store your things Where you eat and sleep But home Home is a state of being
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsNairadeceba
Zoonotically chaotic, a world filled with life Yawning and yelling to tell their stories in this Xenologic experience Whaling at all hours of the day to attract a mate
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 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 4 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 4 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 4 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 4 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 4 months ago in PoetsOdysseus’s Plea
A weary wine-dark sea, stirred By our ship’s restless keel and prow Were it not for a journey deterred It’d live and die to never be ashore
Octovo LibraPublished 4 months ago in PoetsLost
Oh, where did you go Are you beneath the bed Or in the pillow Where are you strange fellow Lost to eternity How did you ever enter me
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsYou-5
I just want to love you But you’re not here I don’t want to be above you Nor below I can see the hole in your soul Can you see mine
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsHappiness
In the garden of joy, where sunbeams dance, Happiness blooms, a sweet, enchanting trance. A melody of laughter in the air,
BrendonJosephPublished 5 months ago in Poets