Ekphrastic

The Last Café for Poets
M Mehran In the heart of the city, tucked between a crumbling bookstore and a neon-lit record shop, there was a café that seemed almost forgotten by time. Its windows were streaked with the fingerprints of dreamers who had come and gone, leaving whispers of their stories behind. The faded sign above the door read simply: The Last Café for Poets.
By Muhammad Mehran4 months ago in Poets
The Sun Goddess And Her Black Cat Have A Tea Party
Introduction This is an Ekphrastic Terzanelle inspired by this amazing image by Thiago Corrêa on Instagram. Click on their name for Linktree
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA4 months ago in Poets
Kintsugi 3
There is beauty in you And in me Is it seeing flaws in the beauty? Or beauty in the flaws? Does it matter? We all see beauty differently
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Always in All Ways
Always sounds grand in the moment An expression of hope To conquer every unknown valley and slope Little do we know that always means in all ways
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
Danu
Awaken my soul I hear your call But I understand nothing Detached from The Otherworld A forgotten past Disconnected
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
metamorphose
She is already leaving her own skin, when his hand brushes hers in vain; her pulse loosens, letting bark begin, and sap learns the language once held by vein.
By Isabella Nesheiwat4 months ago in Poets
Buried
Feeling no self worth A shadow of myself What have I become A beacon of pain A stained canvas for your projections A dark reflection
By Atomic Historian4 months ago in Poets
The City Where Poets Heal the Dawn
The City Where Poets Heal the Dawn Story-Poem of the Psychological Poets Society In a quiet hidden corner of the world, There lived a city woven not with bricks but with words— A place where the poets of the Psychological Society walked, Each carrying a lantern lit with thoughts, And a heart that tried every day to understand the soul.
By Muhammad Saad 4 months ago in Poets
The Loverʻs Paradox
Like a slumbering flame awakening into breath A yearning stirs, raw yet tenderly, and consumes the lover For love melts the boundaries lingering close to death
By Pōlani Monderen 4 months ago in Poets
In The Murder Mist
Introduction This started off as an Ekphrastic Terza Rima, but then saw what the crows were seeing in the painting. This is Carl's (The Artist) Facebook page, where you can see more of his excellent work.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBA4 months ago in Poets
Keep Evidence
Fools deny the existence of giants Their minds have modest, confined dimensions Their worlds are formed from mundane elements
By D. J. Reddall4 months ago in Poets
Selkie
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for October 2025 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://rattle.com/page/ekphrastic/
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)4 months ago in Poets