Villanelle

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
The Sacred Place
Introduction This is my sixtieth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. This is her Facebook Page This is her work on Etsy
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about 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
The Coffee is Still Hot
The coffee is still hot, though I am gone. The porch light hums, a moth trapped in its glare. You said you’d follow, but I walked alone.
By Aspen Nobleabout a year ago in Poets
Fragile, Broken. Content Warning.
My mind and body fragile, broken by hands once loved… then violence. Through pain and grief, I’m born again. * To heal, I turn to paper, pen,
By Krysha Thorpabout 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
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
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
POEM - The Unrepentant
I. The Stone Heart He walks where shadows coil like serpents, thick, Through streets that whisper warnings, slick with rain.
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
The Moon Goddess And The Wolf
Introduction This is my fifty-ninth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. The book is available now on Amazon.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
A Villanelle: I Grieve before the Daytime turns to Dusk . Content Warning.
I grieve before the daytime turns to dusk My supple skin goes deep within mind sight Detach from me you veiled scars of aging
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
Extinguishing Andúril
Gondor called for aid But all the cards had been played No one rode out Because Gondor had alienated all of Middle Earth
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets