Senryu

Qualifications
To run for office You must survive some hopeless Misery, like us
By D. J. Reddallabout a year 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 Historianabout a year 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 Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
scratches in my mind - even misery.... Top Story - August 2024.
even misery its contemptibility hates your company * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: I was thinking of the famous phrase "misery loves company" and then thought about tipping it...because sometimes...when I'm at my lowest, I think even misery hates my company. Curiously, the image was created by putting the full senryu into NightCafe's prompt box. Felt it was very fitting. I also felt it fit in with the scratches in my mind series.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
The Fog of War
Only one fog can Make a human being look Like an animal
By D. J. Reddallabout a year 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 Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
What Happens Next?
Once upon a time Anything could become a Thrilling adventure
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Could It Be, The End of an Era?
Waking up to multiple messages Of "we don't want you anymore" Not in those words, of course. For years, I've been writing
By Manisha Dhalaniabout a year 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 Historianabout a year 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 Historianabout a year ago in Poets
That's Not Why
Understanding is Only required by one Of the forms of love
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
LOVE
**The Language of Love** Love speaks in whispers, in soft-spoken tones, In the warmth of a glance, in the comfort of home. It sings in the laughter that dances on air, In the silence of moments that two hearts share.
By Juliusly about a year ago in Poets