book reviews

Reviews of the best poetry books, collections and anthologies; discover poems and up-and-coming poets across all cultures, genres and themes.

Passion
She has a grip on me That most can’t see The stranglehold of ecstasy 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.
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Friends First
You gotta be my friend first If you want anymore Otherwise it’s the worst Anything otherwise Is a relationship born in a hearse
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Last Kiss
Beneath the dim and fleeting light, Two souls prepared for their final night. No words could bridge the growing chasm,
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️about a year ago in Poets
The First frost
The First Frost A hush falls soft upon the land, As frost extends its silver hand. Beneath the moon’s watchful light, Winter whispers through the night.
By Taviii🇨🇦♐️about a year ago in Poets
Season’s first frost
A whispered touch of winter's hand, As dawn breaks cold across the land. The earth, once warm, now slowly freezes, Each breath of air a sharp reprieve.
By Christopher Gomesabout a year ago in Poets
Shadows of the Moon
The moon hung low in the velvety night sky, its silver light casting eerie shadows over the quiet town of Ravenswood. Nestled between sprawling forests, the town seemed ordinary during the day, but on full moon nights, it became a different place altogether. For as long as the townsfolk could remember, strange whispers, ghostly figures, and haunting cries plagued those who ventured out after dark.
By Israt Jahan Anikaabout a year ago in Poets
Different
I’m sorry I’m not who I was then If you’ve known me long enough You’ll know you’ve never met the same person twice Is it a virtue or a vice
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Whispers of Frost
Beneath a sky of woven gray, The season’s first frost finds its way. A quiet herald, soft and light, It sweeps the earth in silver-white.
By Sonja Sabout a year ago in Poets
Blood Crow
Look upon us See our scars From battles past Yet, we are the ones that last No false platitudes Told we have bad attitudes
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Freezing in summer
Cosy in the bed coughing in my head freezing in summer chilling in winter calm down before you warm up cold eyes warm heart
By Karun about a year ago in Poets
The Excellence in Regular Minutes
The Excellence in Regular Minutes In the tranquil day break, where the world starts, The sun loosens up from its delicate sleep, Brilliant beams kiss the earth with delicate smiles, Furthermore, the day spreads out, delicate as a number
By Ali waris about a year ago in Poets
First Frost
The morning comes with whispered breath, A chill that stirs the earth from rest, And in the hush of dawn’s embrace, A silver sheen paints nature’s face.
By Christopher Gomesabout a year ago in Poets