Villanelle
All the light we cannot see.
All the light we cannot see. Embellishing in the moments of sadness, enraged by the atrocities of life, We often comprehend our reasons to be alive. Do you often sit by the window sill and ponder what true happiness decipher to? What is the essence of absolute joy? Can it be broken down into a simplistic perspective of experiences that we live through or is joy synonymous with money and materialistic realities? I often sit down and wander memory lane, to behold the precious moments of delight, where I felt truly happy.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
No One
I do not scream or yelp I do not call out when injured Because I know There is no one here to help Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Mick's Cog
Introduction This is Mick's Facebook page I saw the big cog that his wife got him for his birthday and thought maybe it deserved a poem. The metal cogs, gears, and chains that are part of Mick's art and exhibitions depend on repetition so I think the correct format for this is a villanelle, and though it's nothing to do with mechanics I thought "Big Wedge" by Fish was an appropriate tune to accompany this.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
