Holiday
Busking in a small country town in Australia
Music spreads like shade under the hot morning sun. A small crowd in a Small town but The music spreads out. _ A large woman, a larger voice.
Roderick MakimPublished 21 days ago in PoetsDoes traumatic darkness engulf the light that one embodies?
The unsatiated anger that blinded the sights of glee, In the erratic ferocity of animosity, he pushed away the light that everyone could see.
Hridya SharmaPublished 21 days ago in PoetsGrace
* Ask me in December When wishes float like snow flakes to the ground Hopes and dreams linger without a sound The gift of love surpasses doubt
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished 21 days ago in PoetsKeys
My keys don’t jingle jangle They’re a tale of tales A web of confusion Sewn to protect what I hold dear A tool A mechanism
Atomic HistorianPublished 21 days ago in PoetsThe Last Line
I’ve been the last line to many Just another pretty penny A daring glance A lark A shot in the dark A tree that harkens you to rub against its bark
Atomic HistorianPublished 22 days ago in PoetsProofs and Theories
The simmering terrors of its essence set its fangs deep, Trembling with the exasperation of toil, I tirelessly strive in the endeavours of the promises to keep
Hridya SharmaPublished 23 days ago in PoetsWatcher at night
When I was a child, I would occasionally sense an intense, ominous presence watching me as I lay in bed at night. These experiences were rare, perhaps a few times a year. I would keep my eyes shut and try to ignore the feeling until it passed or I fell back asleep.
spooky sessionPublished 23 days ago in PoetsCosmos
Three bodies floating through reality Circling around a center None dare enter For if any one has full control All falls apart
Atomic HistorianPublished 23 days ago in PoetsWhere the Wild Heart Beats: A Poem on Embracing Life's Adventures
Life's a map with pages worn, Each crease a story, a lesson learned, born. But the heart, it craves a wilder quest,
ARJ GamingytPublished 23 days ago in PoetsPeers
Waking up to the uncomfortable reality I have no peers Or if I do they’re nowhere near We are all scattered across the earth
Atomic HistorianPublished 23 days ago in PoetsSomeone found out where I lived
Back in 2018, I started playing PlayStation again after being an Xbox loyalist for many years. Some of my first games were Fortnite and Minecraft. Initially, I only played with kids from school. It was fun at first, but they started acting like jerks both online and in person. I eventually got sick of the cyberbullying and blocked them all. I even had to change schools, but that's a story for another time.
spooky sessionPublished 24 days ago in Poets3/22/24
It is imperative To remember Suffering is not comparative A loss is a loss No matter how much or little the cost may seem to you
Atomic HistorianPublished 24 days ago in Poets