Elegy

Coup
The cat was on the prowl Not a creature was stirring Not even a mouse Because the call was coming from inside the house
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
Beyond My Sight
Beyond My Sight My inner eyes can't grasp who you might be, Though wide and far extends my sight's decree. I cannot pierce the depths where your soul lies,
By Ramlan Majid, S.IP, M.Si12 months ago in Poets
I Should Have Been ...
I should have been an actor, thespian treader of the boards. Resplendent audience distractor with my bard-like vocal cords.
By Simon Aylward12 months ago in Poets
Whispers of the Night
I fell awake in the midnight, where every whisper was too bright, every sound had its own tint, every silence was a calm sight.
By KSR12 months ago in Poets
Through the window of time
The phone chimed, jolting me awake. I picked up and saw a glimpse of a bleak existence, That belied my mortality at its stake.
By Hridya Sharma12 months ago in Poets
Preemptive Mourning
You’re carving your own tombstone and digging your own grave Sending out postcards from Hades with quotes from your eulogy
By Ellie Hoovs12 months ago in Poets
: Dusted Heart
(Verse 1) Do you remember us? We were at a fireworks display, Exploding with colors, lighting up the way. Laughter echoed, like thunder up high,
By Sazia Afreen Sumi12 months ago in Poets
Dream Of Me!!!
After A Long Day And A Soothing Of Pains, When Your Mind Escapes A Blur And You Want To Fantasize. I Hope You Dream Of Me…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)12 months ago in Poets
Monsters
The real monsters are those that hide in the shadows The bean counters and profiteers That leave nothing fallow The ones that fight to destroy everything from the rear
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
I Write
I write songs for the broken hearted Those that believe love has departed I write poems for those That no one knows I write tales for those that no longer believe in glory
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
Homer and Virgil: The Poets Who Shaped the Epic Tradition
Homer: The Foundation of Western Epic Poetry Homer’s The Iliad and The Odyssey are often regarded as the cornerstones of Western literature. These poems, composed in dactylic hexameter, were passed down orally before being written down, marking the beginning of a literary tradition that would shape the epic form for millennia.
By Mr Ali12 months ago in Poets
Torch Bearers-II
Part-II [1]. A story is told of Guru Nanak that, in the course of his travels, he came to a village. Besides him, his disciple, Mardana, also came to the village. They wanted to stay there for the night. But the villagers were rude and inhospitable, and would not let them stay anywhere in the village. So Guru Nanak and mardana were forced to spend the night in the open. As they turned away from the village, guru nanak said “I pray that the people of this village may always stay in this village.” Mardana was somewhat puzzled at this, but said nothing.
By EduScript 12 months ago in Poets