Senryu

The Rain
The rain slithers across the plain The lion feigns disinterest in his mistress Mysterious visitors A horrendous sound shakes the ground
By Atomic Historian6 months ago in Poets
Wanderer
Across the worn roads of silence, you walk — not for glory, but because the earth still asks your footsteps to remember it.
By Life Hopes6 months ago in Poets
Fall
Blossoms, Eostre’s essence, diminish into darkness. Still, I am reborn. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
By Matthew J. Fromm7 months ago in Poets
Foolishness
Just keep it in mind: Eccentric, raunchy--go nuts Subversive? You'll die
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
Just a touch...
Alone in this dark... A path home in the woods...but who just touched my back? Alone? * Thank you for reading! If you liked this, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
By Kendall Defoe 7 months ago in Poets
Pebbles
Waddling down the beach of life The chill in our bones She squawks I listen In the distance the sun glistens into darkness
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
Around the Block
Hell's the queue for hell Waiting makes you eat time raw Rotten molasses
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
Refrigeration's Revelations
Soon, winter will make Every coy exhalation Cold enough to see
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
The Grasshopper Lies Heavy
The grasshopper lies heavy on a single blade It bends with its weight Swaying in the breeze As the grasshopper rubs its knees
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
Storage Sense
I can remember Forgetting all sorts of things Never your laughter
By D. J. Reddall7 months ago in Poets
We Touched the Stars
Through the forest, they crashed As the adventurers swung and slashed At every vine and lash Clink clink As their swords struck the stone
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
Between the Lines of Rain —
Rain has always carried a language of its own. For some, it is music, a lullaby for weary souls. For others, it is grief, the sky weeping when words are too heavy to speak. For me, rain has always been a mirror—reflecting not only the world outside but also the storms within.
By Nadeem Shah 7 months ago in Poets