First Draft

Through the window of time
The phone chimed, jolting me awake. I picked up and saw a glimpse of a bleak existence, That belied my mortality at its stake.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Tongue's Touchdown!
The tongue’s touchdown! Tipping from the tips, down to the lip rips. I missed her sight Gave into fright Thought it’d be my blight
By Gary Lougheedabout a year ago in Poets
Funyuns
My favorite number has reached the Funyun's patrol, Thank the Lord for small miracles, And they taste great as well, A crunchy mixture of a favorite flavor,
By Tambourine Manabout a year ago in Poets
Februarianism
Black History Month? Does anyone remember? Too lost in the noise... Well? * 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 about a year ago in Poets
Monsters
The real monsters are those that hide in the shadows The bean counters and profiteers That leave nothing fallow The ones that fight to destroy everything from the rear
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I Write
I write songs for the broken hearted Those that believe love has departed I write poems for those That no one knows I write tales for those that no longer believe in glory
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Torch Bearers-II
Part-II [1]. A story is told of Guru Nanak that, in the course of his travels, he came to a village. Besides him, his disciple, Mardana, also came to the village. They wanted to stay there for the night. But the villagers were rude and inhospitable, and would not let them stay anywhere in the village. So Guru Nanak and mardana were forced to spend the night in the open. As they turned away from the village, guru nanak said “I pray that the people of this village may always stay in this village.” Mardana was somewhat puzzled at this, but said nothing.
By EduScript about a year ago in Poets
Apricity
The bitter rain finally ceased Giving way to the silent snow Swirling in the hidden meadows Far beneath it’s icy layers
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Poets
Ode to the woman on Marketplace who left me out in the cold because she had a Zoom call and did not tell me about it until I was in front of her place and almost froze my toes
Note: I was supposed to pick up a book today from a woman I wrote to on Marketplace, but I arrived at the home just to be told by text that she had a Zoom meeting. This information had been unshared with me, and I was out in the cold for quite some time (she never wrote back to apologize and I blocked her). And this came out.
By Kendall Defoe about a year ago in Poets
Lying On The Doctor's Table. Content Warning.
It seems wrong letting a doctor pry her open, like the man who left this life inside her --- The cold metal of the curette
By Isabella Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
Flirtatious Eyes
A chocolate on my pillow Rose petals scattered round Music playing in the background A glance A smile Flirtatious eyes
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Poets
The Wizard
The wizard waved his wand And it was all gone 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 Historianabout a year ago in Poets