Pantoum

Criminals
There’s criminals that wear masks And criminals with guns But if you ask Who does the most damage It’s the criminals in suits and ties
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Crime scene Pantoum. Content Warning.
He pulled me apart from my broken mind My body became a crime scene, and I took flight I signalled for help, but you were blind
By Caitlin Charltonabout a year ago in Poets
To Watch Snow Fall
Introduction Normally my thoughtpieces are freeform poetry or text but this is a compact pantoum to hopefully, capture the beauty and peacefulness of snow falling.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Cruel
Isn’t it cruel My stomach’s empty But my head is full Full of foolish ideas Of freedom Of peace We’re all out here Just trying to get a piece
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Broken In Pieces. Content Warning.
Introduction Another personal poem, inspired by that image and the feeling that I am unwanted here and need to leave. Actually having written this I feel good, but this is for those that feel this way. just to know there are others.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Song Of The Forest
Introduction This was inspired by this image from Julie Pacheco and when I shared it my friend Julie completed the statement with these words:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Mistakes
I’ve been taken by you I want to make mistakes with you I want to raise the stakes with you You’re trapped in my mind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Glance Of Amor
Silence that creeps in the hind of sights, The beauty of the admiring glance that dances through the gleaming eyes,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Another World. Top Story - December 2024.
My mind opening and closing as it blinks awake My eyes drawing in the cool morning air Smells of another world fill my lungs
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Echoes of the Heart
The snow drapes gently, a soft quilt of white, Whispering secrets in the glow of the night. In each crystal flake, a memory sings,
By GoldenSpeechabout a year ago in Poets
Passion
She has a grip on me That most can’t see The stranglehold of ecstasy 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
Friends First
You gotta be my friend first If you want anymore Otherwise it’s the worst Anything otherwise Is a relationship born in a hearse
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets