Ode
To the ones who grew up earlier
To the ones who grew up earlier A part of my being always hurts for the ones who were always deemed to be too mature and too deep for their age. Home is often associated with our comfort zone, the abode that stalls our dejected sighs and embraces our dreams to fly high. But more often than not home is a place where a lot of us wish to escape from, to a place where peace embosoms the frantic cry of our chaotic wails and where the heart blooms and does not turn pale.
By Hridya Sharma2 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
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
