Ode

My Sweet Forever Muse
You will tell me about the world While I talk about the moon We would be so well-prepared If the world was ever doomed I can speak to flowers
By Mingling with the Moon 12 months ago in Poets
The False Energy
The False Energy A Tale of Power, Deception, and the Hollow Light --- I. The Power That Wasn’t Kain had always been ordinary. A boy of dust-covered streets and empty hands, living in the shadow of those with true power. He was nothing—until the day the sky split open, and the light chose him.
By Samson E. Gifted12 months ago in Poets
"A RED ROSE FOR MY LATE POPPA VIC". Top Story - February 2025. Content Warning.
Today I 'reflected back' to September 1996. The story is written by me, a 75-year-old woman. However, the video reflects views of an older woman and as a young girl who was always their daddy’s little girl. February 14, 2025, is a day of reflection. My conclusion is now and always was, “My Poppa was my dearest and most caring Valentine a girl could wish for. Happy Valentine’s Day!
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 12 months ago in Poets
"Hare’s Lullaby"
I thought of cutting off the foot, finding the well of rusted luck hidden in the now calm sandy furrow seven years quicker than the life of a man and amorous toward the sport.
By Mirela Todorovic 12 months ago in Poets
Mirror
Meticulously watching your eyes to admire what you see, Insisting I tell you lies with no civility. Rather than judge your shame, I'll bare the blame,
By Glytch12 months ago in Poets
Ode to the Future from the Past
I held onto dreams that wouldn't be good. Let the fester and simmer, until they imploded. Do we let them go? To die with time?
By Rachael Anra12 months ago in Poets
The Rebel Flower
You see a weed, a fragile delicate floret, incapable of ubiquitous versatility But I have always been tenacious, malleable,
By Ellie Hoovs12 months ago in Poets
“I love you” in disguise
“Text me when you’re home.” “I thought of you when I saw this…” “Are you okay, really?” “I believe in you.” “Be safe.”
By Mikayla Rose12 months ago in Poets
Last Pube Stranding
Once upon a time, there was a man from Nantucket Who only had one grey pube, so didn't dare pluck it He washed and groomed
By Paul Stewart12 months ago in Poets
Veto. Top Story - February 2025.
This is what they meant when they said That Greed is the root of evil But what if the devil is not what they said he was
By Cadma12 months ago in Poets
Terrance Hayes: A Modern Poet of Innovation and Identity
Early Life and Influences Born in Columbia, South Carolina, in 1971, Terrance Hayes grew up with a deep appreciation for both literature and visual art. His early exposure to the works of poets such as Gwendolyn Brooks, Robert Hayden, and Yusef Komunyakaa shaped his understanding of poetry as a medium for both self-expression and social commentary. He attended Coker College on a basketball scholarship, later earning an MFA in creative writing from the University of Pittsburgh.
By Mr Ali12 months ago in Poets
《Threads of Love》
Ribbons of light weave through February's chill, A whispered promise, soft and still. Hands entwined, or hearts alone,
By berry li12 months ago in Poets