Pantoum

Place
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
9/4/24
Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
In the hands of tomorrow
In the hands of tomorrow To bemoan the existence of what could be, The atrocity of what ifs set its fangs deeper into the present space of serenity.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Me
Which is the real me The one they see Or the one I see when you’re looking at me Distorted images in my mind Having never known what I look like to the world
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Silence
Sitting here In silent isolation. Waiting. Longing for your return Expecting a call from you everyday Never more shall I hear your beautiful voice
By Atomic Historian2 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
The Rekindled Hope for Life
In the quest for the ebb and flow, In the hammered wheels of agility and the art of being slow. The due course of nature strides in its crafty demeanour,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Dream
This hauntingly daunting feeling The unreality of watching my dreams unfold before my eyes Watching them rip off their disguise
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
8/21/24
The obliteration of alliteration Waiting for liberation Through visitation Living in stagnation The harsh realities of our society
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Where Does the Trash Go
Where does the trash go Down into the depths Or off to the shallows We will never know It leaves our home for the curb
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The End
The end of one world Is the beginning of another Like a child Slipping from its mother Life is a journey Of yearning We used to live
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Devils On The Road
Devils on the road Can’t go my home Do you know anyone? Who can help me now Oh Devils I need help Where are you where are you Oh Evils I need help Where are you where are you Street are quiet nowadays Because no come outside I don’t know the reason Maybe Devil's knows it Oh Devils I need help Where are you where are you Oh Evils I need help Where are you where are you
By Rahul Roaring RC2 years ago in Poets