Elegy

Bitter Greens
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Love Language
Listening to slow jams in other languages I don’t speak their language But they hear all that languishes in my heart They cut through the pain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The atrocious contradiction of existence
The atrocious contradiction of existence How ironically does existence glare at our agony Drawing its muse in the hours of our ecstasy
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Do not go gentle into the good night
In the cosmic tapestry of existence, Dylan Thomas wove verses that transcended mortality. "Do Not Go Gentle into That Good Night" emerged as a clarion call, a sonorous rebellion against the inevitability of fading light. Within its lines, a cosmic battle unfolded, pitting mortal fragility against the relentless march of time.
By Peculiar Beauty2 years ago in Poets
Oops side down
I don’t know what this is about It is the worst poem Without a doubt In my mind To be alone can be sublime But to feel alone
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
A Scar on My Hearts Ears
There is a scar on my heart’s ears It’s from all the years of abuse I got used to It makes it hard to hear when someone says
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Symphony of the Earth. Content Warning.
In forests deep where sunlight plays, Nature orchestrates its grand ballet. The rustle of leaves, a gentle sway, A timeless dance, night to day.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
Ode to Sustenance. Content Warning.
In kitchens, where secrets hide in spices' embrace, Where pots simmer melodies of aromatic grace, There lies the heart of life's vibrant ballet,
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
"Crimson Confessions: Blood of the Heart"
"Crimson Confessions: Blood of the Heart" In the depths of the soul, secrets lie, Crimson confessions, where truths vie.
By EDWARD LIKONDI2 years ago in Poets
"Ethereal Elegy: Mourning the Sunset"
"Ethereal Elegy: Mourning the Sunset" As the sun dips low and daylight wanes, An ethereal elegy, a mournful refrain. Colors bleed across the evening sky,
By EDWARD LIKONDI2 years ago in Poets
Best poem of all time
In a yellow wood, the roads diverged, and I, one traveler, stood facing a dilemma. Unable to travel both paths, I contemplated the choices before me. One stretched enticingly, fair and grassy, claiming the better claim, while the other, worn equally by passing feet, lay in leaves untouched by steps.
By Peculiar Beauty2 years ago in Poets
First Born
I am the first born I’m worn out and scorned out Bearing the weight of all expectations The weight of a family on my shoulders
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets