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The Machine Ate My Soul
I used to have a soul. ~ I felt it, in the breath of the wind; when the sun’s golden dew hit the grass and the leaves of trees,
By Ophelia Keane Braeden6 months ago in Poets
It’s Too Late to Order Fries! 🍟
🍟🍟 Waiting in the line, Feeling 6 feet underground. I knew what to say, But I just couldn’t make the sounds. You say you’re here to serve me,
By Gabriel B. Shames6 months ago in Poets
Love's Fatal Flaw
this is a goodbye to who we once were young, dumb and in love, without a care in the world we decided forever and raised up two little girls
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
The Lady of the Night
The lady of the night Who art thou? She stood under the dim lamp light The lady of the night Her purpose we may never know
By Calvin London6 months ago in Poets
Stolen by The Worldwide Dick Eater. Content Warning.
Covid dick! It ain’t no myth And today I am done pleading the fifth Yes it’s true, though it might come as a shock: Corona really can shrink your damn cock!
By Sam Spinelli6 months ago in Poets
The Universe and Pocket Change. Honorable Mention in After It’s Gone Challenge.
Certainty - I carried it ignorantly through the sun baked paths, the scabbed knees, the Dettol (yes, Dettol) baths, of childhood.
By S. A. Crawford6 months ago in Poets
Broken Clock
Tick Tock Used To Be Our Clock Somehow, The Tick Stopped Working, Now I Watch The Clock, Looking Downhearted, it's Blue...
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)6 months ago in Poets
"Sheep" - A Parody Song of "Creep" by Radiohead . Top Story - May 2026.
Verse I: When you walked by the fence, couldn't look you in the eyes. You're just like an angel, your wool makes me cry.
By Rowan Finley 6 months ago in Poets
The Devil's Stones
I'm writing through my kidney stones To Suffocate my pain Aaagghh-nother wave just hit me F**KERS! Pulsing through my veins.
By Simon Aylward6 months ago in Poets
Invitations
he stood in the doorway and yelled up at me ARE YOU READY TO GO? it was a quarter to three I screamed, mind your business
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
Let Me Say It Again
never again! I cried slamming the door will I ever believe the lies you told before I’ll never give you my heart or bear to you
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden6 months ago in Poets
Native
native native native the parenting like the gene the stalk growing the forever raising seen, if in my my being scared the frightening native native native native native native even the wind native hopefully team hopefully all but one native. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts! Please leave a comment. Copyright 2026 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith6 months ago in Poets