Ballad

Danu
Awaken my soul I hear your call But I understand nothing Detached from The Otherworld A forgotten past Disconnected
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
Buried
Feeling no self worth A shadow of myself What have I become A beacon of pain A stained canvas for your projections A dark reflection
By Atomic Historianabout a month ago in Poets
Mother of my Dreams. Honorable Mention in Villanelle of Regret Challenge. Top Story - December 2025.
I built a mother from stardust and dreams. I tell the world she is the real one, though — the original is not what she seems.
By Lizzy Roseabout a month ago in Poets
The Mountain Knows
The trail ascends through thinning air, where breath becomes a precious thing. My legs protest with burning fire, my lungs demand
By The 9x Fawdiabout a month ago in Poets
Peculiarity of Huts On Ice In Winter
In the winter's grip, where the wild winds blow. Lies the frozen lake, cloaked in ice and snow. In this icy terrain where adventure awaits, Ice huts stand firm, like valiant, sturdy gates.
By Solomon Walkerabout a month ago in Poets
The Most Precious Thing
Introduction This is my first attempt at a Madrigal, and is and thank you to my Muse for the time and inspiration that she always gives me.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBAabout a month ago in Poets
“Payday Panic, Living Light”
Panic Flame Suite: Two Versions, One Sovereign Flame This is not just a song, it is a dispatch for the towers of money the rich build and the pennies the poor grab as the that is all that trickles down are pennies to poor.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets
The Ghost That Composed Music
The Ghost That Composed Music The piano waited, its keys trembling quietly, and I realized a ghost pressed them with invisible fingers.
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
The Old Woman and the Upside-Down World
The Old Woman and the Upside-Down World She woke late, her body heavy with illness, the kind that even makes breathing feel like labor. The holiday had passed quietly, but its ache arrived late, creeping into her morning like a shadow.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets
Culinary hearts
The amber glow of candlelight danced across the table as Maya slipped into her seat, her emerald dress catching the light. Across from her, James adjusted his tie nervously, his eyes betraying the excitement he'd been trying to contain all week. They had been together for three years, but tonight felt different. Tonight, everything was about to change.
By A Gomesabout a month ago in Poets
Corporate Bullshit
The corporate structure—a city with rules of its own. Company policies: the commandments of the city of stress. The CEO, the mighty god, with HR as his or her noble disciples.
By Armand Slayer2 months ago in Poets
My car
She sold herself, and left me with the years, Two decades of the mute and faithful past, A witness to first journeys, foolish fears.
By Mo,Ghandour2 months ago in Poets