Elegy

The Last Line
I’ve been the last line to many Just another pretty penny A daring glance A lark A shot in the dark A tree that harkens you to rub against its bark
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Proofs and Theories . Content Warning.
The simmering terrors of its essence set its fangs deep, Trembling with the exasperation of toil, I tirelessly strive in the endeavours of the promises to keep
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Cosmos
Three bodies floating through reality Circling around a center None dare enter For if any one has full control All falls apart
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
For You
I took the bait for you, I took the hate for you And what exactly did you do? You turned your back on me, left me to bleed
By Kelsey Winds2 years ago in Poets
Caught in the crossfires
I was simply a casualty caught in your crossfires In a war I didn’t start or want to be a part of You didn’t make me a soldier, instead you held me in the dark
By Kelsey Winds2 years ago in Poets
Peers
Waking up to the uncomfortable reality I have no peers Or if I do they’re nowhere near We are all scattered across the earth
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Fragile. Top Story - September 2024.
Fragile is the glass-craft heart. So easily shattered upon the ceaseless sands of broken dreams. In your hand you once did hold, a power most obscene. And yet you did, with knowing force, upon the ground it shatter. Did not you once think, in your wildest revery, that your own dear self might be cut?
By Alexander McEvoy2 years ago in Poets
3/22/24
It is imperative To remember Suffering is not comparative A loss is a loss No matter how much or little the cost may seem to you
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Entertainment-2
What would life be like if someone got to know us The real us The one inside The one we always hide The child that never grew up
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Making up Memory
I often lose myself wandering in the long-lost hues of the sky, I often wander in the dreams of what beyond eternity lies.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Truck Of Dreams
Here it comes, an 18-wheeler bursting from a sunset so pink and golden as to make my eyes tear up and wonder if they're seeing right.
By real Jema2 years ago in Poets
The Moonlit Steed
With a coat like spun moonlight, a creature of grace, The white horse he stands, a legend in this space. His muscles ripple beneath a pearlescent sheen,
By mahmoud elsaad2 years ago in Poets