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Veil of Shadows
In the veil of shadows that the night weaves, Among sighs, secrets are unveiled. In the subtle dance of darkness, it deceives
Eduarda RodriguesPublished 4 months ago in PoetsEchoes of the Tomb
In the ethereal shadows of the cold midnight, The tomb's echo, a somber song takes flight, Rescues the laments of souls astray, In a macabre dance, the shared night's sway. Through the corridors of the realm of death, Whispers resonate, like a sorrowful breath, Among marble tombstones, a silent prayer, Tomb's echoes, murmurs that madness ensnare. Under the pale light of the cadaverous moon, The dance of specters, sepulchral in tune, Where the wind whispers hidden secrets, And tomb's echoes unveil the ethereal fatal. Crystal tears, like farewell's morning dew, On engraved tombstones, the tale of adieu, Tomb's echoes, a symphony from beyond, Tell secrets only the departed respond. In the darkness, the melody of sighs, Among graves, secrets in random ties, Tomb's echoes, where death takes a chance, In a shadowy ballet, reaching for eternity's expanse. Through shadows and profound mysteries, Tomb's echoes, like fertile murmuring seas, Reveal that in death, life is in suspense, A funereal song, an eternal suspense. Thank you for taking the time to read it.
Eduarda RodriguesPublished 4 months ago in PoetsLantern
Lantern Sitting alone with little to do and nothing to say, I ponder the life I’ve lived, and my journey this way.
Dan R FowlerPublished 4 months ago in PoetsPhenomena
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 4 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 4 months ago in PoetsJust an ordinary day
It is just an ordinary day Our story is magnificent and bright Let the flames say A long story day and night I the chasy mazy world
Nostradamus
Nostradamus is nauseating I wish I was just hating But the closest to this gnosis Is something between hypnosis and psychosis
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsIntrusive Thoughts
Intrusive thoughts are usually quickly forgot Unless you’re me Then you write them down For all to see Let them bleed
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsCrazy Hair
Miss crazy hair Why do you ask why I stare I’m always looking at the beauty Beneath that crazy hair 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 4 months ago in PoetsPretty Little Things
Pretty little things Soft like heather on wings Shifting ever so slightly Hips sashay in the wind Begging you to come in
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsA Novel Poem
How absurd What a novel idea To think that your idea can’t be both What poetic injustice To think we can’t do both What kind of host
Atomic HistorianPublished 4 months ago in PoetsEbony tears
In the deep shadows of midnight, Where the ebony cries his lament, Dark tears, like the scourge itself, I weave a grey poem.
Eduarda RodriguesPublished 4 months ago in Poets