Pantoum

A Fragmented Future
You want a story of hope? Of innovation? Are you tone deaf to what’s happening in this nation Are you completely unaware of the situation?
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Parasites
Parasites infecting my brain Crushing my soul Causing my heart to strain Making my eyes roll Parasites Crawling everywhere
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
What is a Friend?
What is a Friend? In the tapestry of life, threads interlace, A bond beyond words, a warm embrace. A friend is a mirror, reflecting the soul, In laughter and sorrow, they make us whole.
By Dipak Pawarabout a year ago in Poets
The Hollow Throne
At the edge of night, where shadows choke, Where light is thin as a dying smoke, There waits a throne of splintered bone,
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Poets
The Twin in the Dark
In the clutch of midnight, silence slithers, A father huddles, dread creeping like lizards. Two cribs lie still, the air thick with fright,
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Poets
The Crimson Claus: A Haunting Holiday Horror
In the dead of night, when silence is thick, A figure stirs slowly, with a heart like a brick. With eyes like black hollows, where innocence died,
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Poets
The Feast Beneath
In the midnight’s void, where shadows choke, And stars are swallowed, ghostly and broke, The silence waits—a snarling maw,
By Jason “Jay” Benskinabout a year ago in Poets
A.L.F.
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By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Sky
Serene clouds drifting Kid’s red kites fluttering and Yawing in the wind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
To the ones who told me that I was too much
To the ones who told me that I was too much Radiance in its mirth smiles in the abundance of glee, In its glory, it holds the light that sets your darkness free.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Not Found
So many things written down Yet, one cannot be found An error in judgment A place that was never meant to be A place that is better without me
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Bug
Butterfly flying Uglier insects fly lower Gaggle at your sight
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets