Ode

Pain is the recipient of the amorous swarm of melancholy
Pain builds its fangs steady and steep, In the truce of comfort, it sets its kingdom dubious and deep For I have known the depths of darkness and the heights of its wings,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
To Make A Home
The TV stand wobbles, the bookshelf and kitchen table are chipped, sparkly pink nail polish stained the coffee table, and the paint on the pots and pans is fading from years of use,
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Traversing Frost's Terrain
I have always admired the poetry of Robert Frost, and as a tribute to the enduring legacy of one of America's most celebrated poets, I have written this abecedarian poem, the lines inspired by or directly taken from the titles of his works.
By Xine Segalas2 years ago in Poets
It's A Wonderful World
Auras of amber at the break of day, Beneath the boughs where the bluebirds play. Canvas of clouds in a vast display, Dewdrops on daisies, a morning ballet.
By Varsha Elizabeth2 years ago in Poets
Nairadeceba
Zoonotically chaotic, a world filled with life Yawning and yelling to tell their stories in this Xenologic experience Whaling at all hours of the day to attract a mate
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
In love, we dare hope.
Archaic love bound in flesh, Beseeches in youthful desire, Clamorous, fumbling oafish ways, Dreaming in golden lit fire.
By Rachael MacDonald2 years ago in Poets
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption
The precipice of poetry that seeks redemption Callous whispers that uproar the fear in my mind, Bounty tales of my existence may cease to be left behind.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Worthy?
A hammer A sword in a stone A thrown waiting to be taken To be conquered by the forsaken To be shaken loose But it is you that must choose
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Searching
A code in a book From a cephalopod god People roving the streets As ravenous dogs Devour the holiest of ours People scour to and fro
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The City of Love
Where the youth ages in the spirits of eternity, Grows in the specter of fondness that never dies, The aspect of beauty cannot keep its lustrous eyes.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
The Wanderer
Behold!! The Wanderer Traveling the stars Both near and far What does it know It’s just a brain in a jar Come to inspect our world
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Brain Worm
You’re my personal brain worm No matter how much I move Or squirm You stick in there You live in the house under my hair
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets