Sestina
The Last Vote
Ethan Clarke’s hands trembled as he gripped the cold metal railing of his balcony. Below, the streets buzzed with the fading cheers from his election rally. At twenty-eight, he was the youngest provincial assembly member ever elected from his district — a victory that surprised even his closest supporters.
By Arshad khan7 months ago in Poets
No Face
I’m a man with no name No face My mind disconnected My heart lost in space A fantastic phantom animating atoms 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 Historian7 months ago in Poets
When Horror Came to Speak
He came with tales like coiling smoke, With fingers long as funeral notes. His eyes, two bottomless pits of dread, Where lost men fall and never tread. He sat by me — not near, but in, The horror of him not on his skin — But in his breath, in every sound, That reached my soul and spun it 'round.
By Muhammad Abdullah7 months ago in Poets
Lux Seastina
Introduction For this challenge, I will use the Sestina form that you can read about here. Blame Vocal because it is on the list of poetry forms and is my third Sestina. I use the same rhyme for every line because the switching of the words would make it impossible, unless I decided to go non-rhyming, but I always make things difficult for myself.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 7 months ago in Poets
