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Every Poet Needs a Nightingale Poem. Top Story - June 2026.
At my age I don’t want to think about nightingale, I don’t even want to use it in a poem, I don’t want to say fuck either, but I do at times read into it.
By Gerry Thibeault5 months ago in Poets
Throne of Games
Who seeks a throne? For what purpose? Looks like a mighty uncomfortable place to take a nap from here. On display: look up at me.
By Harper Lewis 5 months ago in Poets
Beautiful Lux
. Beautifuly shone Beautiful there still but gone Due a Photic zone . . . So beautiful “Finding Nemo” scene Beautiful still, then, gone
By Iris V.5 months ago in Poets
I Will Never Know
The male night heron collects twigs; his wife arranges them. Babies gorge on regurgitation, attesting to faith in times of borrowed,
By Paul Aaron Domenick5 months ago in Poets
Sadness in June
There are flowers growing where once you lay your head on my lap fruits ripe with sugary juice, fruit flies drunk on their nectar June arrived with empty promises ...again. I keep your name beneath my tongue and bite on it each time it tries to escape I can hardly bear the ache, but I love the salted metallic taste.
By Imola Tóth5 months ago in Poets
Lucia
Blessed be God’s providence Due pain Gouging my blue corneas basement. ❤️‍🔥 By evil force buried and excavated ❤️‍🔥 Grant me your blue sky eyes of Spirit,
By Iris V.5 months ago in Poets
Is There Really UFOs Out There
Is There Really UFOs Out There The night sky spreads from end to end, Holding secrets it won’t send, Millions of stars above us glow,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
Gorgeous Great Barrier Reef!. Top Story - June 2026.
Come! Pay me a visit any day of the year! Not just on June 1st… See my kaleidoscope of psychedelic colours … float… frolic… and fly… with me… amidst…
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶5 months ago in Poets
Carbon
condolences, truly— curated sympathy complete with saccharine aftertaste, lingering behind lips that lie waiting for opportunities
By Harper Lewis 5 months ago in Poets
Stepping Back
Maybe it is due to a lack Don't want to be slack Everything seemed so black Seemed like I was under attack Needed to confirm the facts
By Christopher Beard5 months ago in Poets
Steel Rain
The rain came down This was not the normal water But the dreaded steel rain It would hit with a clang Nothing that could not hurt
By Christopher Beard5 months ago in Poets
Web of Justifications. Runner-Up in Say It Again Challenge.
It walks its silk with the nerve of a funambulist, hung a hand below the ceiling in dire need of dusting, a honey-do long overdue.
By Pixel Floyd5 months ago in Poets