Ode

Material Girl
Material girl So caught up in the world Your life and outlook make me hurl Self-indulgent Caring for no one else Just a little material girl
By Atomic Historian2 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
Alphabetical Cats
Amidst the shadows, a feline dance, Beneath the moonlight's mystic trance. Curled in corners, whiskers twitch, Dreaming of a moonlit pitch.
By Denise Larkin2 years ago in Poets
Dream Big
Dream Big. Have a dream that the world will be better and all the children to come in the future will see better. Dream big. Envision a world where the young and old don’t have to fight and equality isn’t measured in Black and White.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Stranger
When I think of you being gone I don’t think of grief and sadness I get a sense of relief and gladness To be free from you
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Home
Your house is where you live It is the place where you store your things Where you eat and sleep But home Home is a state of being
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Whispers of Winter
A brisk and biting wind begins to blow, Between the scattering of falling snow, Crystal flakes descending, an ethereal show.
By Varsha Elizabeth2 years ago in Poets
Pain is the recipient of the amorous swarm of melancholy
Pain builds its fangs steady and steep, In the truce of comfort, it sets its kingdom dubious and deep For I have known the depths of darkness and the heights of its wings,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
To Make A Home
The TV stand wobbles, the bookshelf and kitchen table are chipped, sparkly pink nail polish stained the coffee table, and the paint on the pots and pans is fading from years of use,
By Kay Husnick2 years ago in Poets
Traversing Frost's Terrain
I have always admired the poetry of Robert Frost, and as a tribute to the enduring legacy of one of America's most celebrated poets, I have written this abecedarian poem, the lines inspired by or directly taken from the titles of his works.
By Xine Segalas2 years ago in Poets
It's A Wonderful World
Auras of amber at the break of day, Beneath the boughs where the bluebirds play. Canvas of clouds in a vast display, Dewdrops on daisies, a morning ballet.
By Varsha Elizabeth2 years ago in Poets
Nairadeceba
Zoonotically chaotic, a world filled with life Yawning and yelling to tell their stories in this Xenologic experience Whaling at all hours of the day to attract a mate
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets