Senryu

Sleepless
Can’t sleep Oh what a fright To be up in the middle of the night Without the slightest tingling A little sensation Of sleepiness
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Hacked
I need to get my act together When I met her It was like pulling a lever My brain was prehacked before we met I didn't know what to do
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
September-2
Oh god I’m trying to be clever What rhymes with September? Denver? All have is intrusive thoughts That I write down and pass off as poems
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
September
Oh god, it’s September! I wish I couldn’t remember I’ve been in such a hurry Scurrying here and there It’s that time of year
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Church of The Screen
Screens have two faces: One reveals a world to us The other conceals
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Unfiltered-3
It’s more important to press pen to paper Before the thoughts disappear into vapor But an aberration of the mind Like the clocks chiming
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Unfiltered-2
Like coffee and cigarettes Unfiltered and raw Is how I draw the thoughts from my mind Sometimes it’s the only way I can unwind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Unfiltered
Unfiltered and unflattering A little of this A spattering of that I always write off the cuff There’s not much time to think about it
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
9/16/24
The mind sees what the eyes refuse to see The road to hell is paved with well behaved slaves Constructing staves to save my mind
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Dream 夢 (Yume)
Was writing a dream? Or are you dreaming about Reading my writing?
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
scratches in my mind - the cost of freedom?
another eight drown when freedom was all they sought freedom became theirs * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: In response to a news report I read this morning about the death of more migrants in the English Channel.
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Demens Rex
Mad clowns are great fun Provided that they never Escape the circus
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets