Ode

"Living With Beauty" (from Alter's Rose)
Living with beauty. Doing kind, kind things, living... What brings the name. A flower, a living with beauty. Can stay or go away with...
By K.A. Smith6 months ago in Poets
Earth: Our Precious Home. AI-Generated.
In the dawn of morning, Earth awakes, Her gentle winds, the rivers’ lakes, Mountains rise to touch the skies,
By Hân Quan Patric7 months ago in Poets
This Was Home. Top Story - July 2025.
The strobe light, brighter than the day, There, high above the desert floor, Beckoned to us, as if to say, “Come, only a few minutes more!”
By Dana Crandell7 months ago in Poets
"Unlucky Number 7s, III"
Seeking Seventies Stud Seeks Submissive Broad: Chronologically, I’m 74YO. Biologically, I’m 24. On patrol, outside Hanoi, in AUG ’72, a flash flood claimed me. Steeped in nutrient-rich mud, I lay in torpor for 50 years, until a backhoe unearthed me.
By Chris Z7 months ago in Poets
Five Thousand
Finally, a goal is reach Ignited by passionate writing Various poems and stories shared Everyone read about my heart despaired
By L.I.E7 months ago in Poets
Watch Me
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
THEY VANISH, WE SPEAK. Content Warning.
“For Ernesto Ayala Jr., who dared to stand in light while the system cloaked itself in shadows.” Ernesto Ayala Jr., you will not vanish from memory.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 7 months ago in Poets
The Breaking, The Burning
In the still, afore the rising sun, Many battles have left me undone, My world stands still, with nary a breath, My quiet heartbeat, flirting with death.
By The Schizophrenic Mom7 months ago in Poets
And so I said
Why not dream big? You'll only wind up dead. Life is meaningless, and, It's all in your head. So why not dare to be great?
By Taylor Inman7 months ago in Poets
Images of You (A Love Letter)
Thanks to the camera, I saw you the same way.... in an image. Tried to stand in the way, but the camera owns. Only serves me and you— Curses of photography. I see cameras who want you. I want to capture, protect, and follow. So, they just go! That's my nature. If I dare to use it— Now, I'm blind, and hopefully, I'll be able to see again— me and you. I hope to see again— in my mind, my heart, my soul. I, old-fashioned, still long to feel skin! Write on it, a manner unpoisonous.
By K.A. Smith7 months ago in Poets
Cannibal’s Call
The cannibals call from down the hall SACRIFICE!! To save our lives Or civilization will fall The end begins when the maws open wide
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
Ode to the Hot Dog. AI-Generated.
Oh humble snack, so warm, so neat, A tasty treasure, a perfect treat. Nestled snug in a fluffy bun, A meal of joy for everyone.
By Seniya Shala7 months ago in Poets