First Draft

An Abecedarian Poem (Attempt)
Another night among the swells of the London squalor Believe me, I would not be out on a night like this unless forced
By Elise L. Blake2 years ago in Poets
My Happy Little Tree
She’s my happy little tree Blossoming into her personality I get down to play with her I’m her horse crawling on my hands and knees
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Ships Lost at Sea
We are continuously changing In some ways, there never was an old us We’re a living ship of Theseus 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
Sawing the air too much
Given the status quo, that is, the existing state of things, or the way we are all spending Our brief lives at present
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
dear
your heart is a forest that's long overgrown. your goals and ambitions, uneven in tone. trying so hard, still coming up short.
By Merrie Sanders2 years ago in Poets
Abecedarian Creek
A babbling brook careening down every
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Misplaced Youth
I am young: once again waiting for time to expire skipping and sleeping through our days nothing can stop us we can be anything
By Judey Kalchik 2 years ago in Poets
Limit Two per Customer
Everyone thinks you’re some kind of hustler They think you want the entire smorgasbord But they don’t realize You’re not an easy customer
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of Autumn
The crisp air of autumn hung heavy with nostalgia as Emily strolled down the familiar cobblestone path that wound through the heart of her hometown. The trees, adorned in a vibrant tapestry of reds, oranges, and yellows, whispered tales of bygone days. The scent of fallen leaves, damp earth, and a hint of wood smoke filled the air, transporting Emily to a time when life seemed simpler and more innocent.
By Jonathan2 years ago in Poets
60
I would like to thank Real Poetic for this challenge. My work is very personal instead of just dealing with the changes in the wider world, so maybe I have broken the rules?
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Love & Obsession
One of life’s little lessons Is there’s little difference between love and obsession So just embrace it all And fall into the things that call your heart
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Invisible Red Thread
A Chinese proverb says, "An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet, regardless of time, place, or circumstance. The thread may stretch or tangle but will never break." ______________ An invisible thread connected us. No matter where life decided to take us, Across countries, Through different relationships, It didn't matter We were bound to one another. Take me back to the day we met. So I can say something, Anything else than what I did. It's like I've known you my whole life. You felt like coming home after a long day, Like picking up your favourite novel that you could read again and again. No matter where this life happens to take us, I'm bound to you by that invisible red thread. Chloe Rose Violet 🌹
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹2 years ago in Poets