Ballad
☘️Muirne☘️ Mother
Introduction This is my twentieth piece inspired by Justine G. Cappelli's beautiful and inspirational artwork. I love that Justine always gives a full story behind the painting, which gives me more than just the painting to work off
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
Birthday Riddle
Born after fifty, add on a one. Closing in on a century, and on the day of this year's birthday, I will be three-fourths of the way. A riddle for people : Can you guess my birth year - August 11 - but in what year? Leo the lion…ess, that’s me. Kind and big-hearted, but don’t make me angry, for if you do, my claws will peel you! Careful, don’t mess with my kids, no, never my family, or my four-legged friends, unless you want it to be your definite end! For sure, I’ll eat some dark chocolate, perhaps gobble a slice of doubly frosted cake, some rich and creamy New York cheesecake, baked just right. These legs have walked lots of miles, My joints are quite creaky, and have gone through many trials of surgeries and remedies, so my feet still move. But the best thing is that my brain is strong. So I wrote about my upcoming birthday in this poem! Copyright © 8/9/2026 by Andrea O. Corwin
By Andrea Corwin 3 months ago in Poets
Perdendosi
The house lights come up No curtain call each Maestro and Maestra Lets their baton fall The halls lay empty The balconies stilled “The clarinet is useless!” “It won’t pay the bills!” Horde by horde The choruses chant No rhythm, no rhyme An ignorant lament They sing their verses In boardrooms and bailiwicks Aeolian scales Corrupted, sycophantic One by one The students depart Until the second chair’s Bereft a beating heart The house lights come up The curtain falls But no soul attends This evenings ball Concert halls closed The microphone falls Leaving naught but static’s Lonely echoed call
By Matthew J. Fromm3 months ago in Poets
A Song Of Swords
Introduction The idea from this came because I put a Hawkwind album on and the first track was "Song Of The Swords". I also like the concept of George RR Martin's Iron Throne which is constructed of swords, because no ruler should ever be comfortable in their seat.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 months ago in Poets
“Tit for Tat. Splat. Fuck That.” “No More Explaining”
Some pieces aren’t written from anger, they’re written from understanding. This is one of those pieces. After a lifetime of being nudged, shaped, or boxed in by people who misunderstood empathy for weakness, I finally chose to speak with clarity instead of silence.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
