Sonnet

Queue is a Ridiculous Word
Queue is a ridiculous word Its one letter followed by four silent others Perhaps that makes sense The one in the front is ordering
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Romeo & Juliet. Top Story - August 2025.
I loved you from the first I saw your eyes – I knew the plans my parents made were wrong. ‘Twas you my heart would long for – our demise
By Krysha Thorpabout a year ago in Poets
What’s in a Name?
Don’t worry You’re not to blame For I have gone by many a name Three last names Just my first Just my last Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Right In The Kisser
Perhaps any kiss would suffice that day. I will never be convinced that is true. My excitement was a dead giveaway. His skin glistened and gleamed a greyish blue.
By Star Love Greyabout a year ago in Poets
Break My Heart.
And the prayer “break my heart” fell from my lips, Quickly at that, for distaste had settled in my mouth. My heart, like wilted petals, swiftly slips.
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
Aquarius
Thighs quaking Knees shaking Carrying my jar of clay everyday Arms locked in desperation Imperceptible fatigue as my ribs dig into my spleen
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Eden
Eden Resigned to my lot, as the man time forgot, written off, or so I thought. Like Saint Anthony to souls lost, a warm front fractured permafrost.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
The Search
I’ve searched for you in the ocean I’ve searched for you in the skies I’ve searched for you in other’s eyes I’ve searched for you all our lives
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Still With Me
🦋🐞🌻🍁♎💜♉🍁🌻🐞🦋When We Met AgainYou Made My Heart FlyWhen You Spoke My NameYou Remembered Me🌻No One Had EverSeen Me, Made Me FeelI Was A Treasure,And This Love Was Real🐞Each Morning You're ThereAlways On My MindMemory So PureYou Beauty Divine🦋Now You're In My HeartNever Shall We Part🦋🐞🌻🍁♎💜♉🍁🌻🐞🦋
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Shall I Compare Thee to a Summer’s Day?
Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
By Zakir Ullahabout a year ago in Poets
The Language of Falling Leaves
🍂 Introduction: When Nature Teaches Us to Begin Again Every season carries its own poetry, but autumn speaks in a language unlike any other. The falling leaves are not just signs of endings—they are whispers of renewal, reminders that change, though sometimes painful, is necessary for growth.
By Nadeem Shah about a year ago in Poets
Home Team Bleachers
A sharp and biting wind assaults my face, the cold of metal bench beneath my thighs. Around the bases, fading lines, I chase
By Krysha Thorpabout a year ago in Poets