CONTENT WARNING
- Content Warning
Love is Grand!
love has a nice ring. It can make you feel like a king. Love isn’t mean. Love is life as seen by the eyes of guys who may or may not be lean.
Alex H MittelmanPublished 11 months ago in Poets - Content Warning
I Asked The AI What The Origin Of Life Is—
—and this is what I got (notice that God is nowhere mentioned in the explanation. This clearly illustrates that AI was created to propagate the godless satanic mainstream narrative; so much for the hope of impartial information).
Mark Geriko BucalingPublished 11 months ago in Poets - Content Warning
The God Pill Wisdom #3
Therefore God gave them up in the lusts of their hearts to impurity, to the dishonoring of their bodies among themselves, because they exchanged the truth about God for a lie and worshiped and served the creature rather than the Creator, who is blessed forever! Amen. For this reason God gave them up to dishonorable passions. For their women exchanged natural relations for those that are contrary to nature; and the men likewise gave up natural relations with women and were consumed with passion for one another, men committing shameless acts with men and receiving in themselves the due penalty for their error.
Mark Geriko BucalingPublished 11 months ago in Poets - Content Warning
The God Pill Wisdom #1
"Get rid of the news. The news is not meant to inform you but to influence you." — The God Pill
Mark Geriko BucalingPublished 11 months ago in Poets - Content Warning
Revelations of the Heart.
In the depths of my soul, where secrets reside, I find solace in this confessional stride. I lay bare my burdens, my sorrows unmasked, Through verses I share, my pain is surpassed. In the corners of my mind, dark shadows creep, Memories that haunt me, nights filled with no sleep. The scars etched upon my heart, a silent strife, In this confessional poem, I seek a new life. Each line I confess, a piece of my truth, A cathartic release, like a phoenix from the soot. The weight of my sorrows, I cannot deny, But through these words, my spirit learns to fly. This poem is a mirror, reflecting my core, Unveiling the struggles I've faced and endured. In the rhythm and rhyme, I find my reprieve, An intimate sanctuary, where my soul can breathe. So let these words speak, my confessions untold, As I navigate the emotions that unfold. For in this confessional poetry's embrace, I find solace and healing, a sacred space.
ChandrasekharPublished 11 months ago in Poets - Content Warning
Isle of Manifestations
Author's Note: What do you do when a friend and one of your favorite Vocal creators suggests you use your weird Facebook cover photo as inspiration for a poem? Personally, I do as I'm told. Thank you, Cathy Holmes, for the marvelous suggestion and I can only hope I've done justice to the idea. (I'm not sure how my mind went on the journey it did, but here's where we ended up!)
Dana CrandellPublished 11 months ago in Poets - Content Warning
rock a bye
Rock a bye baby On the tree top When the wind blows You start to rock When the rope breaks You fall down goes baby
Skippie PetrovaPublished 11 months ago in Poets - Content Warning
Self loathing
You know the feeling you get when you've had one to many drinks? you get light headed, and the room starts to spin. Well that's what my life feels like. Spinning completely out of control. as if the sun is missing from my galaxy. The pieces of my life are in disarray. And, I find myself hurtling through space.
curtis mckinstryPublished 11 months ago in Poets - Content Warning
Love is Nice, and Rice
Love can be nice, like a hot bowl of rice. But every time you date, you roll the dice. You can date a guy with lots of pet mice, or a girl who has lice. It won’t be very nice.
Alex H MittelmanPublished 11 months ago in Poets - Content Warning
Fake Friends
How do I know if they’re fake friends or real? People don’t come with a banana peel. I can’t see what’s inside, I’m feeling a little fried.
Alex H MittelmanPublished 11 months ago in Poets - Content Warning
Lost In The Smoke: A Boy And His Journey With Weed
In a hazy realm where shadows creep, A tale unfolds of a boy who took a leap, Into a realm where inhibitions sleep, He sought solace in the smoke's mystique.
Redmark ForealPublished 11 months ago in Poets - Content Warning
Finding Comfort
Eat healthy, they all say. But they don’t play fair. They don’t understand they’re the cause of my stress eating, it’s my way to repair.
Alex H MittelmanPublished 12 months ago in Poets