Tagged "Ekphrastic"

When We Gave Up the Ghost. Content Warning.

This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for December 2023 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/

By Rae Fairchild (MRB)2 years ago in Poets

Starry Spell

Amidst amber hues, the sunset weaves its spell, Beneath the stars, secrets in the cosmos dwell. Celestial dance, a waltz of light,

By Andy Kru2 years ago in Poets

One Night

This must occur a billion times a day From perfunctory to passionate, these Dances are performed; permit me to say This one was ours alone—how best to seize

By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets

Love & Obsession

One of life’s little lessons Is there’s little difference between love and obsession So just embrace it all And fall into the things that call your heart

By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets

Zenith of Existence

Adolescence lasted longer than anticipated and the many blessings in disguise, that took nearly three decades to consciously be able to unveil, now fit into place.

By Pōlani Monderen 2 years ago in Poets

Sweet & Low

Marshmallow, daft eyes the accumulation of sugary release is not the right recipe for sweet dreams - though it mixes excellent

By Pōlani Monderen 2 years ago in Poets

Ascension

Absent minded boy opens his eyes a few days after sunrise in the new year— Before, no before the new year I remember him fondly—

By Dan-O Vizzini2 years ago in Poets

My 2 AM Haikus

Thank you Poppy for creating this challenge. 1. patchwork beauty I am the result of patches sewn together to create beauty.

By Alexandria Stanwyck2 years ago in Poets

Hard-Boiled

It is the middle of a boiled egg that is squishy and malleable - No incorrect the center is the yoke.

By Pōlani Monderen 2 years ago in Poets

Zephyrs. Second Place in Abecedarian Challenge.

Andromeda beckons us and beguiles, Beyond the reach of a lifetime. Capella casts her light billions of miles, Deep in the eternal nighttime.

By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets

Lotus, The kid blossom, You begin the journey, With lots of mud, You stands up to the water margin, As a true result of striving, Then we call you, The young lotus, Yeah! my dear old lotus, You are not the ordinary, See the reality, By peeing outside the water, They are called, "The Sacred"

By Esala Gunathilake2 years ago in Poets

A Sip of Amour. Content Warning.

A sip of amour Transcended amidst the virtues of love that are deemed true, I pondered over the predefined chaos that the amorous birds of prey hid under its sinew

By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets

Ekphrastic

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Starry Spell

One Night

Love & Obsession

Zenith of Existence

Sweet & Low

Ascension

My 2 AM Haikus

Hard-Boiled

Zephyrs. Second Place in Abecedarian Challenge.

The truth through the Lotus

A Sip of Amour. Content Warning.

When We Gave Up the Ghost. Content Warning.