Elegy

Vigilantia Libertatis
The scent of pine, a murmured plea ‘Neath Albion’s crown, no longer free. A breast divided, torn with care, Whilst pietas slumbers unaware.
By M.R. Cameo7 months ago in Poets
Transcorporeal
Electric rocks hallucinating in vain To further the destruction of the primate brain The veils of reality being burned To turn the world into a paradise of false profits
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
God-Blessed
I sit now reclining at an expansive, sturdy, ancient cedar wood table rich and fragrant finely carved with fantastic scenes
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Poets
Never Empty.
One of my favorite things to watch is videos of people exploring abandoned places. It's something I've always enjoyed and something I'd love to do myself. As I sat watching a few today, I started getting some thoughts, and I wanted to write them down before I forgot them all. I hope I’m able to get the main points of my thoughts across in a way that makes sense.
By April Kirby.7 months ago in Poets
The Last Evening
Of the lively season of spring, this is the last evening. Of the verses on my lips, today marks the last one. Of the pen in my hands, today is the last evening.
By Zakir Ullah7 months ago in Poets
A Final Wish.
Sometimes my grief is hard because I’m not a religious person, but I know you were. You believed in God, Heaven, and Hell. I can only believe that your soul went to a better place, but I also want to believe that you went to the place you dreamt of and believed in. I want to believe that everything you ever believed in was true and that you are walking streets of gold with your Savior, whom you loved. I want to believe it so badly it hurts.
By April Kirby.7 months ago in Poets
Where He Is.
They say grief is just love with nowhere to go but I say that's a lie. This world is too big for there not to be places for your love to reach.
By April Kirby.7 months ago in Poets
The Lost Lullabies of Extinct Languages
They did not perish in fire or flood. But in a whisper, a dying thud— The tongues thereupon whispered amongst the grasses
By Martin Williams7 months ago in Poets
Missed Connections
1) Starbucks; Newport Beach, CA: Your hair was too blond, your tan too bronze, your teeth too white, and your tits too big. You spoke in infantile squeaks, and ended sentences, both declarative and interrogative alike, with verbal curtsies. You sent your order back thrice. I was the hairy-chested, gin-blossomed Palm Beach prick in the salmon polo shouting at the mousey 16YO cashier over sold-out scones. I'm a moneyed malignant narcissist in the market for a purely transactional relationship. I pronounce “w” words with an “h” preface. I drive my Tesla like I just left a 3-martini lunch, which is often the case. Of course, “TRUMP” bumper stickers adorn it. Stick around, you’re sure to see a COP kick my ass when I try to impose my “master of the universe” delusion upon him as he's cuffing me for DUI.
By Chris Z7 months ago in Poets
Where Did Your Light Go?
Where did your light go? Feels like you were never here My grief never ends. Grief is like a wound: Never heals, ever sore, rough
By Lana V Lynx7 months ago in Poets
When the Light Hits Just Right . Honorable Mention in Light Breaks Water Challenge.
Dedicated to my “Diddy” “Nobody is as good as they seem, or as bad as they seem.” He wrote it down before he died.
By Annie Edwards 7 months ago in Poets
No Face
I’m a man with no name No face My mind disconnected My heart lost in space A fantastic phantom animating atoms 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 Historian7 months ago in Poets