Pantoum

Gilded Desires
A world set on fire By gilded desire A covetous breath You spent so much time taking away my freedom You forgot to live
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
Soul Love
Introduction A Pantoum inspired by a conversation with my Muse and the song by David Bowie Soul Love 🌻🦋♒🕊️♎💜♉🕊️♒🦋🌻 To Fall In Love With Words You Hear Feel Such Tender Care In Your Mind So Bring To Us Such Joyful Tears This Is The Love We All Can Find 🕊️♎💜♉🕊️ Feel Such Tender Care In Your Mind Sea And Sky Are Inspirations This Is The Love We All Can Find In Our Soul We're Truly Strengthened 🕊️♎💜♉🕊️ Sea And Sky Are Inspirations Truly We're In Each Other's Hearts In Our Soul We're Truly Strengthened Soul Love Mean's We're Never Apart 🕊️♎💜♉🕊️ Truly We're In Each Other's Hearts To Fall In Love With Words You Hear Soul Love Means We're Never Apart So Bring To Us Such Joyful Tears 🌻🦋♒🕊️♎💜♉🕊️♒🦋🌻
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 12 months ago in Poets
Bitter Greens
Bitter greens Slithering unseen Through my dreams A strenuous subcutaneous existence Complaisance in a crime of the mind
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
4/5/2025
Herbicides glide on snide remarks As snakes slither in the dark Venom spit from the mouths of the unfit and witless As we witness our destruction
By Atomic Historian12 months ago in Poets
The Fox King
Introduction This is my thirty-fourth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's inspirational artwork. You can find her on Facebook on the link below.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
The Giant Who Touched the Moon
The Giant Who Touched the Moon There once was a giant, broad and strong, Who towered high as trees grew long. But with each year, he stretched anew,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a year ago in Poets
3/30/25
Heavy is the grass that bends All glass breaks in the end Water washes all away The plants return in the light of day As mycelia conquer the hidden depths
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Coffee
Cold, black elixir trickling down my throat Some days it is warm as its cream fills my gut Its energy powers my life Without it
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Embracing Vulnerability: My Journey as a Young Poet on World Poetry Day
In the abyss of finding a voice that glares through the roof and blinds the pain, Through the seeping crevices of forethought syllables, my stance I pledge to gain.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Dream
I can dream again I can be again My mind was locked in a prison But now they cut through Like an incision A vision Of hope?
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Bleed the Beast. Top Story - March 2025.
Bleed the beast they say But how do I bleed it When it feeds me When it needs me As much as I need it I want to cleave it off
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
What goes through the mind of an empty envelope?
Humans! Aah, the notorious ones gospelled with the prowess of pouring their hearts onto the folds of power, of unleashing the confinement of unsaid pain through the enigmatic flair of woven syllables through the crevices of their glistening minds.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets