Ode

Every Day, Once a Day - Tribute to David Lynch (January 20, 1946 – January 15, 2025). Top Story - January 2025.
just sat down just read the news of the passing of David Lynch From Twin Peaks to Mulholland Drive Wild at Heart to Lost Highway
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
The Plea
"I've never personally criticized anyone else's music, but I know that the public's real problem is not the music I make but the perception that I play simple music for money only and for the notoriety and to increase my popularity." - Kenny G
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
The Weight of Rain
They say gravity pulls on everything equally But I’ve seen a mist that floats in the air. like ghosts that aren’t there.
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
L-O-V-E, She Wants
Desire in font is what She wants. Paragraphs, Not like a simple call. She wants it like fire with Bodies wild And complex And all. O, so fine... I see. Wants me to write A letter...a foreplay Letter In a freakish way, In case. She wants it To take her places .... everywhere. Everywhere!
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Bouquet
Slender is the rose That sashays in its clothes Wonder is the lily Who’s existence thrills me A blossoming ranunculus
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Ode for "What If..."
Prose, a style without lift. For a long time, I was stuck inside Of this professional Who lives. Who is life in cells Has to live... very well. Blocked from "what if." Which one hunts and Feels the need to change The fun, ours! They professed... I guess I'll do prose. Not!
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Armor Ardently Avoids Attractive Affectionate Affection
One princess gone Replaced by another The one that drew near Now is Your lover The one princess gone Left nought a look behind
By Thavien Yliasterabout a year ago in Poets
say/seɪ/verb it/ɪt/pronoun
use your— he/art your pen, your sword fill the void, the lacuna/ləˈkjuːnə/noun unfilled space, the gap o/pen your mind
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
Commit Your Heart
Commit Your Heart Commit your heart to the open road, To paths untaken, where dreams explode. Leave behind what chains you still, Let freedom shape your iron will.
By COUabout a year ago in Poets
The Merge Conflict
Merge Conflict In the realm of code, where dreams are spun, Where logic battles and wars are won, A silent war brews, unseen at first, Lines of text, in conflict immersed.
By COUabout a year ago in Poets
The Forever Toddler. Content Warning.
There are many moments these days that I miss having a young child around the house. Mostly it hits in the moments at night when the darkness is heavy and the silence is quieter than that of a mouse.
By Luna Verityabout a year ago in Poets
The addiction to happiness
Addicts of happiness have divorced themselves from reality to a lasting affair with fantasy. To be addicted to happiness is to have a dysfunctional relationship with reality, and being that people are threads woven in the fabric of reality, anyone who has a dysfunctional relationship with reality will surely have a dysfunctional relationship with you.
By VoiceOfAnOutlierabout a year ago in Poets