Elegy

Reasonable?
There’s no reason or rhyme They call it a reasonable crime They pretend like there’s no end They use words like honor and duty as punchlines
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The battle field
To My Gallant Knight How fiercely my heart stirs as you ride toward the field,  A warrior, unbowed, in the face of battle’s call,
By chaimaa alidrissiabout a year ago in Poets
Middle Age Quagmire
Middle Age Quagmire Out of shape and out of style / A shotgun shack for a domicile. Overworked and overdrawn / Still, I keep on keeping on.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
Not a Word
I don’t care if it’s not a word I’m using it You heard If the antonym is real Then by god I’ll use anything that sounds right
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Hacker
Rewriting the code To get rid of memories we hold Of times we scold Fearing the cheering of holidays And birthdays delight
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
You’re my Drug
You’re my my drug You’re my Dopamine dreams Raving romance Unimaginably uplifting Giddily giggling Together in the moonlight
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Goodbye, Soul of the Soul, 'a star that set, yet its light remains in our hearts.
I write my words in moments of deep sadness and great sorrow, with my heart dripping blood for his patience in life through his trials before his birthday by a few days. He lived a year alone without his spirit, to be reborn. We reflect on the passing of Sheikh Khalid (Abu Diyaa), not just as a sheikh and social leader, but as a human who loved sincerely and was loved by life in all its details.
By samy elpalshyabout a year ago in Poets
Criminals
There’s criminals that wear masks And criminals with guns But if you ask Who does the most damage It’s the criminals in suits and ties
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Cruel
Isn’t it cruel My stomach’s empty But my head is full Full of foolish ideas Of freedom Of peace We’re all out here Just trying to get a piece
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
How Did You Die?
For most of us, life is a journey to the grave. I think we should live each day considering it our last day. This poem taught me how to hold my head in all circumstances. I like the questioning tone of the poet when he asks whether you have accepted life with cheerful and resolute heart.
By Muhammad Nasrullah Khanabout a year ago in Poets
End of Year 2024
2024, a year now past, Pages turned, moments amassed. Laughter's echo, tears silently shed, Lessons learned, hopes freshly spread.
By Moharif Yuliantoabout a year ago in Poets
A Quiet Christmas
Sometimes, I watch the snow fall and wonder if it remembers every hand it touches. Each flake feels like a whispered prayer, soft and fleeting, melting before it can tell me its secrets. The air is thick with pine and cinnamon, smells that wrap themselves around memories I thought I had forgotten—
By Melanieabout a year ago in Poets