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Villanelle Recovery
Will I recover from these villanelles? It’s too soon to know; Only time will tell. It’s like being trapped in a prison cell—
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Poets
How Much Does It Cost for ✧:* *:✧Stream of Consciousness ✧:* *:✧ with a Side Order of Surreal?
↯↯⮒↭⮓🔔❗WARNING☠: The Director of the Department of Health and Human Services has proven that reading anything by Lightning Bolt does cause autism. Tylenol exlipicates the affectssituations. You've been warned. Proceed at your own ridiculousness.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡about a month ago in Poets
Euralamadingdong
Introduction I'm sure Bill won't mind me using his picture and prompt for this haiku answer. The prompt is in the Vocal Social Society below.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred - EBAabout a month ago in Poets
A Traffic Light in the Night
There is something about a traffic light in the night; In the dead of night, when the air is still, and the streets are lit dimly by lights that never turn off;
By James Scottabout a month ago in Poets
Blood of the Wolf: The Visitor. Top Story - December 2025.
Now let me tell you this, my Viking brethren, a tale of the day, for a woman came to my door, her shoulders draped in furs,
By Amanda Starksabout a month ago in Poets
Flowing Deaths
Burning heart flows tragically, Heat I watch from skies above. I know this is the end for me, Yet I wonder at the melting heavens.
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a month ago in Poets
Silent Poetry
The night was slowly settling over the quiet city. A soft breeze touched the empty streets as a young man sat on an old sidewalk, a notebook in his hand and a trembling pen between his fingers. His name was Rehan—the poet everyone called “The Silent Writer.”
By Anas Khanabout a month ago in Poets
The Stone Faces
The Stone Faces I wandered through a garden where silence had weight, Where four stone faces watched with unreadable eyes,
By Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
Unrequited
I want to lie down in sundrops and taste April in December, laze in pools of light glowing like honey, eat pomegranates and ice cream
By Harper Lewisabout a month ago in Poets
Amber Light
Amber light, snowy night; Blurry sight, try I might; Purpose, quite!, less at night; Remember right, forever flight.
By James Scottabout a month ago in Poets
gateway
Gateway” Across the water, smoke lifts itself into the sky— a thin, shaking prayer. And I’d cross every mile of that dark river
By Skippie Petrovaabout a month ago in Poets
Breaking Curses of Dark Entities. Content Warning.
This flame is mine to ignite, not theirs to erase. Every curse becomes fuel, every attempt at destruction becomes witness. I stand sovereign truth over lies, care over cruelty, cadence over silence. This archive is not theirs to burn; it is mine to keep alive.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a month ago in Poets