Free Verse
Wilderness-2
I want to strip myself bare And wander through you Without a care 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 Historian2 years ago in Poets
Strange...
Strangely, I love loneliness... Sometimes it looks like I need an escape from the outside world. The real world needs so much effort to be part of it. You need to be a mother, a wife a cook, a cleaner, a student, a teacher an accountant and so much more. They expect everything to be done by you. Sucking your blood till there is no more left in your veins. Even if you go pale color and can't breathe anymore, they will be there... pushing you. I ask myself: Do they have to care? But I do have to care, that is for sure. That is the exact moment; when I feel exhausted and take a step back. Closing myself inside, in need of some quiet and alone time. Just doing nothing, at least for today. Tired of everything! Tired of that smirking smile that is everywhere. No, at this moment I wanted to kill that smile and let my true self be free.
By Ina Zeneli2 years ago in Poets
No Flowers
No guests, no flowers; that's all she wanted. Sorrow grew like a cancerous tumour, her pain so unfathomable, her mistakes so unforgivable, her regrets, albeit human, allowed shame to steal her hope. Like premeditated thievery, all her doubts and fears broke into her soul, carefully removing bit by bit all of her goodness, all that those around her still saw, was missing. Just gone. Her eyes once playful began to hold the anguish in their reflection; some who cared about her saw it, some who passed by her in the market may have thought, "that woman is tired". Truth is, she was tired. Tired of the fight that everyday life brought her; tired of not just her physical pain, but tired of the redundancies, questions, and the reminders of how not enough she had been.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
Mundane Simplicity
This poem has been written as part of Sahil Patel's Lifeline's (Medium) poetry prompts. Today's prompt is: I invite you to reflect on the simple yet profound aspects of your life that you may take for granted. It can be a warm cup of tea, a comfortable cosy blanket, a favourite book or a gentle breeze. I want you to write an ode to one of these simple joys in your life. Let your words celebrate the beauty and significance of the seemingly mundane, reminding us all to cherish the little moments that bring us happiness and contentment.
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
