Ekphrastic

POEM - Roots In Concrete
Beneath the towers, steel and glass, Where shadows stretch and people pass, A silent tale begins to weave— Of roots that clutch and won’t let leave.
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
The Trio
Each of these odd voices sings about time Past, present and future supply their themes The first, a historian, eschews rhyme
By D. J. Reddall6 months ago in Poets
Good Morning
Introduction This is my second poem inspired by the wonderful art of Scot Bateman, which you can find here: This is an ekphrastic sonnet.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
Evening In The Bluebell Wood
Introduction This is my fifty-fourth piece inspired by Angie's incredible work. This is an older painting by Angie, and someone remarked that a lot of my work is ekphrastic, which for ages I didn't know what it means, but here is a clarification:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 6 months ago in Poets
POEM - The Gardeners of Conscience
Beneath the vault where silent stars convene, And seasons turn with purpose, sharp and keen, There lies a plot no earthly deed can claim,
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
Too gentle to notice
Step 1. Wake before the birds. Forget your name for seven breaths. Let the silence between them shape your outline. Step 2. Leave your phone on the nightstand.
By Cadma6 months ago in Poets
The Nights You Don’t Talk About
There are nights you don’t talk about— The ones where sleep feels like betrayal. When silence screams in forgotten tones,
By Umar Amin6 months ago in Poets
POEM - Silent Confessors
Not priests in shadowed, echoing alcoves, Nor therapists in softly cushioned chairs, The truest listeners this harsh world proves
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
Whispers of the Forgotten Wind
By Nadeem Shah I. The Wind Remembers The wind does not forget It gathers our yesterdays And scatters them gently across the pines—
By Nadeem Shah 6 months ago in Poets
Jealous Visions
I hover above a great burbling lake Vanquished rivals stir beneath my feet Searching for solutions and Souls to take Staring into my diviner’s bowl
By K.B. Silver 6 months ago in Poets
POEM - Orphans of Virtue
They gather not in gilded halls where virtue preens and prates, Nor where the polished marble floors reflect self-congratulating fates.
By Jacky Kapadia6 months ago in Poets
Mystic
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for June 2025 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here.
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)6 months ago in Poets