Ode

He Who Laughs Last
He Who Laughs Last The Evergreen State, circa 2010. All objective metrics presaged an uphill battle. The Southwestern mesa-sized stage, while perfect for larger-than-life musical productions, would be wasted on a lone, stationary, monologist. Said stage's hypoxic height would preclude making eye contact with the crowd, never mind meaningful connections made through shared eye gaze. The domed ceiling overhead, stratospheric at its apex, ate laughter like Langoliers eat space-time continuum leavings. As mirth making was the trade I plied, I'd be forced to gauge audience response by ear. Under such circumstances, a “killer” can be made to feel like he’s fighting for his life, while a comic on life support can be made to feel like a casualty.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
Ode To Amy Winehouse
An Ode To Amy Winehouse Her voice, a river of raw emotion, tangled in jazz and heartbreak, a melody that spoke what words could not.
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Through the peeking window of 2025
To dive deeper into the yearnings of tomorrow, Or to be ruminating in the pleasures that forbade yesterday’s sorrow In the silent rumblings of my piercing soul,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Architecture Poem
Learn to see two babies... Fun to boring, Boring to fun. Walking down the street, A bell... I hear fun. I hear boring. I see fun. I see boring.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
99 Stories Later: Let's Celebrate with a Fun Q&A Challenge!
99 Stories, 99 Cheers! 🎉 I can’t believe I’ve made it to 99 stories—what a journey! Thank you all for being part of it, supporting me, and putting up with my quirky writing style. Let’s celebrate this small memory with a fun Q&A! Answer as briefly (or as wildly) as you want. Ready? Let’s go! 🎭
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets
Fire Fighters
I woke up this morning and saw flames in the west. These wild fires have brought pain to the west. I’m praying for all my family who stays in the west.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
Flying
The ground above me Riding on the sky below At peace With nowhere else to go 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 Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Love Letter That Ended It All
Your beauty, my love, taught me how to choose beauty, how to swim in a vast sea, and how to sneak into the homes of doves. But I do not blame my hair for the kohl in your eyes or the slenderness of your waist. Instead, I am content with your beauty, my silence, and my torment. There’s no need for you to be angry with me for not saying enough poetry about your beauty.
By Iron-Pen☑️ about a year ago in Poets
Sweet Stalker
I know you’re there. You can see me. You watch me in the distance. Hoping you can come consume me in an instant. Is anything out of place? Not that I can see.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
Heartbroken
I am heartbroken Choking on harsh realities That they never cared for me Don’t know what was expected It’s not the first time I’ve been neglected
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
O, Jam Lights
O, jam lights! Architecture is in, Sights, a fun win... Dancing, Lasers advancing, Stars... I soak. Wonder what you are Behind it. Rotating, puzzling, Wood or metal cars Driven by innovation. Out of reach, Farsightedness like Horizons be. At night, I dream An impossible see. O, jam lights!
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
A Face Says a Thousand Things
A face says a thousand things, Yet your voice remains silent. And your hands remain clenched. And your feet remain planted.
By Idara Oghogho about a year ago in Poets