Sonnet
Misguided Passengers
Without map or reference to guiding stars these passengers are prone to course deception. Lost and found, between all the nears and fars,
Garden Muse
Two trees, two statues, and me, for a moment we shared the same space. Each of us, in a garden gallery, poised, for art sake, in the same place.
The little voice
While conscious of the inner scream; that niggles loud and clear, listen too ... to the subtle theme that struggles to appear.
Lost
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 PoetsSomething New
How do kids learn something new? They work with what they know. When novelty is theirs to view, it's then their interests glow.
In search of a strategy
In search of a strategy, a manoeuvre that's adept, with an obvious analogy that others will accept. . An elegant solution
You-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 PoetsSomeone asked me how I want to live my 2024 and here is my answer.
Someone asked me how I want to live my 2024 and here is my answer. 1)I want to live for every radiant sunrise that sets my hopes akin to the day and it sets my intentions for the day. Where I wake up in gratitude for everything that god has bestowed me with, to live and to let live myself and the ones who stride their life with me. I want to live in the beauty and awe of how much I have achieved and in the curious strive for everything I desire.
Hridya SharmaPublished 5 months ago in PoetsA dog might be
Man's best friend a dog might be, he dotes with admiration, but regardless of his pedigree, he causes consternation. .
Phenomena
Listen to the strange harmonica Of this world’s phenomena Feel the shattering feeling of unease As The Scattering tingles all around you
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsBlack Box
No one listens They just talk That’s why I like my black box They only listen for something to use To abuse you with That’s why I like my black box
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in PoetsNostradamus
Nostradamus is nauseating I wish I was just hating But the closest to this gnosis Is something between hypnosis and psychosis
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 months ago in Poets