Ekphrastic
Bad Habits
Most carnal pleasures are forbidden me My bed is cold and lonely as a tomb Never will I a naked maiden see Nor see my son spring from her fertile womb
D. J. ReddallPublished about 11 hours ago in PoetsIs the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?
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Hridya SharmaPublished a day ago in PoetsSubmarine
Everyone is so worried about keeping their boat afloat In hopes life will keep them off the ropes But I’m just a slick and lean submarine
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in PoetsSavage
Just a savage Trying to live average But these scavengers are ravenous 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.
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in PoetsSincerity
True sincerity is the scariest thing to hear It hurts to have others truly know our pain To know someone that has stood in the same rain
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in PoetsRelease Your Poem into the Light
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I was invisible and she was seen Snow sweetly sauntering through autumn leaves Playing the voyeur seems somewhat obscene
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Achilles & Patroclus
Your poverty is not exactly mine Long journeys do not always yield progress Your world looks warm and your smiles define
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D. J. ReddallPublished 6 days ago in PoetsIf you are overthinker- read this
Overthinking always plonks us into a negative spiral and makes us believe the worst of any scenario. It robs us of the joy of being in the present moment. If you are someone who actively struggles with overthinking and ruminating, here are some powerful affirmations that can help you put yourself at ease and be grounded in the present moment.
Hridya SharmaPublished 7 days ago in PoetsBlue Muse
Searching inspiration; searching for a job Looking long-faced before the interview, I know However this I got to do for the peace I long