Introduction This is my eighty-seventh piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's magnificent artwork. This is An Ekphrastic Bref Double. It is a strict form of sonnet.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
Introduction I once saw a painting by Carl, and it resulted in a story that he liked. I probably saw it because he is married to Misty Rae, who many of you WILL know
Winter is fluent in kinds of silence Utterly baffling to other times Of what sounds there are, the dog can make sense But they would mean nothing in other climes
By D. J. Reddall3 months ago in Poets
Glistening stigmatic Glaze Gazing back Gently beckoning 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🀦⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ Celadon filament Cavort Circling
By K.B. Silver 3 months ago in Poets
I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person. Taking what they didn't give, or perhaps left for me to do. I know it sort of sounds weird, me robbing the older person.
By 365poetry3 months ago in Poets
Introduction This is my eighty-sixth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's magnificent artwork. This is An Ekphrastic Terzanelle
Now Dasher, or was it Prancer? Vixen, or Blixen ? Jamaica is not on the map - and I'm tired of trying to protect them from TREASON!
Introduction This is my eighty-fifth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's magnificent artwork. This is An Ekphrastic Pantoum
Introduction This is my eighty-fourth piece inspired by Angie Livingstone's magnificent artwork for the 2025 Winter Solstice, the shortest day and the longest night of the year in the northern hemisphere.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 4 months ago in Poets
All of the grim facts seem to conspire Against this mad impulse, to walk alone Through fresh snow and wind, a frozen wire
By D. J. Reddall4 months ago in Poets
Pure as white, and gentle at sight, Luck descends in crimson shine. Upon the bloom, so small, so bright, Hope awakens in the morning light.
By CA'Di LUCE * Confessions & Memories in Conversations with friends!/ It’s not a revolution—it’s a quiet evolution.4 months ago in Poets
Scaled eyes flutter open from Deadened nighttime slumber Only to discover Onto a beach I’ve been transferred Sun beating down in time to my heart
By K.B. Silver 4 months ago in Poets
