Villanelle

Back to Caladan
I’m headed back to Caladan My personal Neverland None of this was planned But by the stroke of my hand I’m going to the land I belong
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖆𝖈𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝕾𝖕𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖙 𝕺𝖋 𝕾𝖙𝖔𝖓𝖊𝖍𝖊𝖓𝖌𝖊
Introduction This is my twenty-sixth piece inspired by Angie Linvingstone's amazing artwork. You can find her on Facebook on the link below.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
I met my younger self for a coffee date
I met my younger self for coffee she arrived ten minutes late, I hugged her she ordered her favorite chocolate cake\ As I gulped her innocence through the lens of my present eyes,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
The Slaughter of Innocence. Content Warning.
Grieving through the breathing crevices of my mourning soul, I propelled through piercing glances of the ones who chose to score their goal.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Impaled
Impaled I inhale the pain Watch the blood rain As I pull your knife from my back For the heresy But now they listen to me
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
A. Schicklgruber H.
They were NPC’s with little concern Until color became oval shaped Schicklgruber was his middle name John is his middle name almost 100 years later
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Surviving meant
I fear what my survival instincts tell me what to do It took me so long to finally find you I watch my environment go up in flames
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Eternal Coals
Through short lived days and moonlit skies,In stolen looks and mollified sighs,A fire was ignited, unfaltering and true,An ash gleaming, shinning as unused.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets
The more I learn, the less I understand.
The more I learn, the less I understand, the world is vast, yet slipping through my grasp. Like grains of time that vanish in my hand.
By Marvelous Michaelabout a year ago in Poets
Love this Country. Content Warning.
The history of our land has not always been grand Since Christopher Columbus wrecked the land Then called it’s natives, outside of their name
By Cadmaabout a year ago in Poets
Palace Of Words
Introduction This idea came to be as I was getting ready to do a few things, and I thought of how my Muse inspires me to create almost everything I write. She is my fire and my inspiration and this is for us.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Heading for the fall
We are headed for the fall Dearest angels Come to me for one last ball Sex and drugs and rock-n-roll Swings and changes
By Vadim Kaganabout a year ago in Poets