Ekphrastic

Ekphrastic 8
P: Why are you here? [He blinks at me with the obsidian bubbles flanking his fleshy, flaccid proboscis.] P: Are you here to heal her?
By Wen Xiaosheng11 months ago in Poets
Starving Artist...
Another poem inspired by and dedicated to Nancy Elizabeth Prophet, the sculptress from my poem "Ode to the Artist" (link down below). She was truly amazing as was her sculptures.
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY11 months ago in Poets
Night and Light
Night and light shines Tonight, tonight, And some nights Light and song. Orange, pink, blue And gold... Parts away! The eyes fold.
By K.A. Smith11 months ago in Poets
Touching Truth...
My fingers trace unspoken words a book in braille a Tibetan prayer wheel so many etchings on a wall that speaks of truth
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTY11 months ago in Poets
Two Tomahawks...
Party over here! Party over there! Where are the drinks? Stopped, all gone. Too slow, But two tomahawks still On the grill almost done? Not too long... Some likes rare, But some likes medium. Some likes showing bone Resembling... the axe. Some, The steak presents better. Feels cooking innocent Two tomahawks...
By K.A. Smith11 months ago in Poets
Wherever
Where are they going, those gaunt, gallant ships? Wherever you wish them to go, my friend! Surely some madness tumbles from your lips:
By D. J. Reddall11 months ago in Poets
A love letter to all my beautiful women out there
Enclasped in the beauty of feminine, the world awed at her glance, In the mirth of her joy, the conundrums of empathic dualities started to dance.
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Poets
Women and Enlightenment
Tomorrow, men will become Buddhas anyway... Who is a woman who is not guilty? In a book, Rama and Sita ask. Your happiness is my happiness.
By Rohitha Lanka11 months ago in Poets
Torpor
Breaking news, alarming views, tattered shoes, the lives we lose. Shocking thoughts, feelings fraught, lives are bought, all for nought.
By Hannah Alexander11 months ago in Poets
3/4/25
Falling up to the sky Kiss the moon The swallow’s swoon The clouds cry on the plain Rotting corpses rule the day Shards of the gods wandering aimlessly
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
Ekphrastic 7
Did you know that a child can only begin to recognize themselves in a mirror when they're 18 - 24 months old? Do you know how we know this?
By Wen Xiaosheng11 months ago in Poets
I drunk texted my ex
Prompt- It has been a long night of tequila shots and you pull out your phone seeing your last text, message him again Hi Ari
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Poets