humor

She Always Comes in My Dreams
She always comes in my dreams at night, With a grin that gleams like morning light, Her voice—a song, delicate and clear,
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Poets
Transcorporeal
Electric rocks hallucinating in vain To further the destruction of the primate brain The veils of reality being burned To turn the world into a paradise of false profits
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
POEM - Gathered Radiance
Not the singular, blinding lance of noon, That stabs the eye and bleaches stone to bone, But something softer, deeper, whispered soon
By Jacky Kapadia8 months ago in Poets
We Handle Everything!
“We Handle Everything!” Says the vanity farm Which likely assumes they do no harm I knew their quality was poor Without even asking for more
By Matthew J. Fromm8 months ago in Poets
The Weight of My Tongue
there’s a storm that lives right behind my teeth not loud, not always but it waits i try to hush it with tea and silence with books and breathing but it don’t always listen
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Poets
The Monster in the Mirror
Have you ever looked in the mirror and felt like you were staring at a stranger? Not just tired eyes or messy hair—but someone who looks like you, yet feels nothing like you. Someone who holds your face, your skin, your features… but behind their eyes, there’s something cold, still, and cruel.
By ibrahim khan8 months ago in Poets
Better not to Fall in Love.
Better not to Fall in Love. Trisha was a bright literature student at a reputed university in Dhaka. She had always been an introvert, more comfortable around books than people. Her world was a quiet one—filled with poems, stories, old songs, and rainy afternoons spent scribbling into her journal. Friends came and went, but nothing truly settled in her heart. She had seen people fall in love, and she had also seen how painfully most of it ended. So she promised herself—“I won’t fall in love. Not me.”
By Khorshed Alom8 months ago in Poets
The Last Candle
A flicker clings to the silence of night, whispers of flame defying the end. Ashes recall what stars forget— a soul once burned to softly mend.
By Muhammad Abdullah8 months ago in Poets
I Don't Care
Introduction This is a completely tongue-in-cheek piece of humour about how, despite being the best and most supportive creator on Vocal, I am invisible to almost everyone. If you see this, you are not in that "almost everyone".
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
Missed Connections
1) Starbucks; Newport Beach, CA: Your hair was too blond, your tan too bronze, your teeth too white, and your tits too big. You spoke in infantile squeaks, and ended sentences, both declarative and interrogative alike, with verbal curtsies. You sent your order back thrice. I was the hairy-chested, gin-blossomed Palm Beach prick in the salmon polo shouting at the mousey 16YO cashier over sold-out scones. I'm a moneyed malignant narcissist in the market for a purely transactional relationship. I pronounce “w” words with an “h” preface. I drive my Tesla like I just left a 3-martini lunch, which is often the case. Of course, “TRUMP” bumper stickers adorn it. Stick around, you’re sure to see a COP kick my ass when I try to impose my “master of the universe” delusion upon him as he's cuffing me for DUI.
By Chris Z8 months ago in Poets
Manic Mia & Handsome Hudson
Alone… outrageous! Mia protests “No! No! No!” Blinks… “Oh, there you are!” * Stalking, picks a fight Springs, attacks jeans leg… claws snag
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶8 months ago in Poets
What was my ex-wife's name again?
. What was my ex-wife's name again? - I suddenly forgot! by Ross E F Lombardi. . Yes, I am a bit haunted by my ex
By Ross E Fortune Lombardi8 months ago in Poets