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Lists of the best poems and poets from every genre; collections of poetry from the romantic to the reflective, dark, satirical, nostalgic and more.
Pain
Pain What is pain? Pain is only feeling the rain On a sunny day Pain is being alone in a crowded room Pain is not having them around
Atomic HistorianPublished 23 days ago in PoetsThe Voice
Inspiration can come from anywhere But the voice always comes Sometimes it’s a roar Sometimes it’s a hum Sometimes it comes when I’m too busy with life to write
Atomic HistorianPublished 23 days ago in PoetsFabrications The Abecedarian
Fabrications - main word, 38 unscrambled words used All I want is some action Betting on bats in barns, boats with brains,
Donna Fox (HKB)Published 25 days ago in PoetsHair's Embrace: A Lover's Veil
In shadows draped, her hair cascades, A veil that hides the moon's soft gaze, Yet in its depths, a mystery lies, A lover's heart, where passion flies.
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I’ll never forget You were there for me in my hour of regret Trapped in a cycle of pain Blaming myself for all that had happened
Atomic HistorianPublished 28 days ago in PoetsA Reclaiming
Note: This was inspired by a comment Paul made about my March Prompts. He mentioned the words made him think of things left behind and a poem instantly started writing itself in my head when I read that. Thanks Paul.
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Cut me and I bleed poetry A soul wandering this realm Having a human experience 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.
Atomic HistorianPublished 28 days ago in PoetsReally?
“Eclipse”? Played by that group? Could I be more predictable? Like it wasn’t going to be on my list… I did try something classical:
Kendall DefoePublished 29 days ago in PoetsKindness and Self-Preservation
A traveler learns a valuable lesson from a wise elder: take what is freely given, flee from harm, but above all, cherish and protect those who have shown kindness and generosity,
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same
The winter sat in me loud and galore, Alas, the summer that once warmed the heart sings in me no more. The beauty of life sets in its amorous swarm,
Hridya SharmaPublished about a month ago in PoetsThe Show
Welcome to where I write Welcome to what sometimes keeps me up And at others helps me sleep at night Welcome to where people gawk
Atomic HistorianPublished about a month ago in PoetsRiddle Me This?
I have no voice, yet I roar in the storm. I have no body, yet I carve canyons in form. I have no hands, yet I sculpt mountains so grand.