Ekphrastic

The First
You were the first The first I could trust with my heart Now the world is tearing us apart And I don’t know what to do
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
The Taste of Lies
The Taste of Lies “Bitter words linger longer than sweet ones, and some truths never wash away.” Lila always believed that honesty was like sugar—sweet, comforting, and easily savored. But over the years, she learned the other taste of the world: lies.
By waseem khan5 months ago in Poets
How Long Does Grief Echo?
How Long Does Grief Echo? “When love lingers in every step, even silence has a heartbeat.” The house was quiet. Too quiet.
By waseem khan5 months ago in Poets
The Chair Across From Me
The Chair Across From Me Grief leaves its shadows not in silence, but in the spaces we still set for those who never return.
By waseem khan5 months ago in Poets
Goddess of Summer
Your love does not last, though I wish it would The flashing heat of your smile quickly fades Your saucy sashay through a moonlit wood
By D. J. Reddall5 months ago in Poets
The Autumn Witch
Introduction This is my sixty-first piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. I love the beautiful autumnal colours in this work.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 5 months ago in Poets
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 Historian5 months ago in Poets
Light of the Moon Beams Down On Me
Each night ends Staring into the Seeping tenebrious veil ⋆｡ﾟ︎☪︎⋆｡ﾟ︎ As silence Relinquishes her hold Drops of pink and gold
By K.B. Silver 5 months 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 Historian5 months ago in Poets
POEM - The Fractured Halo
It was not forged in furnaces divine, Nor hammered on a celestial anvil's face, But gathered from the light of a late sign,
By Jacky Kapadia5 months ago in Poets
Weak Light
There is a dark rumor on the market That names this as the last summer we'll see The conspiracies have formed a matched set
By D. J. Reddall5 months 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 Historian5 months ago in Poets