Villanelle
A Rite that Begins After it is Reached
We rose towards the light. Beasts (Royals, Sovereigns, Kings) that ruled without coronation. We fell when it became too bright.
K. KocheryanPublished 3 days ago in PoetsA Dream Come True
Yesterday I had a dream come true Yes! It is true I was a strange child Disneyland was never in my plans I had a brain filled with full octane
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 days ago in PoetsIntimate
All I want is to be intimate with you To know all your thoughts and feelings To know the real you To see your scars And remind you of how beautiful you are
Atomic HistorianPublished 3 days ago in PoetsWhat Is Poetry?
Introduction I know there will be others who can answer this question far better than I, but I thought it was a good subject to state my personal thoughts and observations in a villanelle.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 3 days ago in PoetsThe vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode.
The vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode. Abundance in its beauty, the truth of innocence it holds, Nativetey oozing in every breath of its ounce, the beauty of childhood beholds.
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 days ago in PoetsA Light is Shone
A light is shone, a man stands there alone. We're waiting for the music to arrive, To fill hearts in the hall of red and gold.
Rachel DeemingPublished 4 days ago in Poets2222
Introduction This seems a significant number, it is an Angel Number. From Google: Angel number 2222 represents building a path forward and striving for progress. It's a signal from your angels to continue applying yourself to your healing and happiness. Staying focused on your self-love and working through your shadow aspects are key components to further unlocking your twin flame connection.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 5 days ago in PoetsYou Don't Need To Be Whole To Shine
The waning crescent moon whispers so low, "You need not be complete to cast your light," In fragments, still you glow, still you bestow.
Monsters, They Call Us
Monsters, they call us Our visage the only crime We’ve now returned to dust Our breath a mighty gust Oft entwined with fire
Camillia SimondsPublished 6 days ago in PoetsFlashy
I’m a dinosaur from a land before time Never thinking beyond the gilded frame I walked this planet thinking all was fine
KJ AartilaPublished 6 days ago in PoetsThe Unreality
I exist in a universe you cannot comprehend A world with no beginning or end An unplanned existence Full of survival and resistance
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 days ago in PoetsEternal Echoes in the Twilight Chapel
In twilight's grip, where echoes mourn, A chapel stands, in shadows worn. Stained glass whispers tales untold, Where horror's grasp and fear take hold.
Dr. Jason BenskinPublished 7 days ago in Poets