Senryu

The Coin's Lament. Content Warning.
In vaults of steel, it gleams and gleams, The currency of dreams, of schemes, A force that drives the world's extremes,
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
Fat With Love
Drawn in In an unhealthy way I want to be with you every day I want to be fat with your love 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
A Symphony of Love. Content Warning.
In the vast expanse where hearts entwine, Love's melody, a symphony divine. It dances on the whispers of the breeze, Painting skies with hues of ecstasy.
By Ashiii2 years ago in Poets
If you read me.. Content Warning.
I want to record thousands of portraits with you where I can't capture it with my pupils... I want dawns in your arms, where you offer me peace and I shelter your soul.
By Gustavo Sanchez2 years ago in Poets
The Outer Rim
Moving here on a whim Now we’re stuck Sandwiched in the chaos On the outer rim Between the safety of outer outside And the inner darkness that harkens us in
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Starved
Starved of affection Lacking in any direction A reflection I’ve never recognized Bleeding from my inner eye Better to be between a set of thighs
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Owner?
A wheel of fire, blazing hot along the road. Where is its owner?
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
Glittering Stars
I look at the stars, and wonder why they shine bright, I spilt my glitter.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
Late Lunch Lark!
Late lunch, bread toasting Black smoke spiralling upwards… Fire Drill averted! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Poets
God, One Cannot Be
In the name of God, starts to believe they are God, God, one cannot be.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
No Tea in My Cup
A teacup in hand, why did I walk up the stairs? No tea in my cup.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
The Odd Couple!
Silver and gold shoes… No! I don’t have two left feet! Guess my thongs make do! ??????????? Inspired by the below story… and of course the memory of when I arrived at church, went to whip on a pair of my classy silver or gold court shoes, only to discover my mistake made in haste! Instead, I cut a ‘classy’ figure in my rumpty dumpty, rubber, house thongs!😳😵‍💫🥹
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Poets