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𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕔𝕖𝕟𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤...
Ah, the background music is so important the composers told stories with the music so the audience could follow what was happening
By Colleen Walters7 months ago in Poets
Push! (National Exercise Day)
pushes of hydr ate! hydr ate! hydr ate! pushes hydrau lic hydrau lic hydrau lic pushes hydr ants! hydr ants! hydr ants! pushes hydr ogen hydr ogen hydr ogen and pushes no tions no tions no tions with lots of my my my certifications cer tifications cer tifications cer tifications. 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. Smith7 months ago in Poets
This pain wont last. Content Warning.
When I lay my head to sleep at night, I always have the same dream where I need to fight to save my own life, stuck on memories that are no longer mine.
By Whitney Louise7 months ago in Poets
Wrapped Round Molly‘s Paw
Wrapped Round Molly‘s Paw She waits with her chin on the edge of the world, Soft eyes lifted, quiet, and bright, A small beating heart in a coat of black,browns & white,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Warm sunshine saves my fuel bill
Warm sunshine saves my fuel bill Warm sunshine, fall into this room, Stretch out your light across these walls, Push back the weight, the quiet gloom,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
I Had No Idea
Oops, it's haiku day And I was caught unaware I hope this will do *** Thanks, Kendall, for the heads up!
By Dana Crandell7 months ago in Poets
International Haiku Poetry Day...and Me?
Note: it is officially International Haiku Poetry Day, and I have thought of my own many haiku on this page (no 's' for the plural).
By Kendall Defoe 7 months ago in Poets
I’m A Mess
you say you love me but I’m a mess unapologetically, still honestly, I am a wreck I confess ** you say, amazing in my black dress
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 months ago in Poets
Pennarth Baccarat was your proper stud name
Pennarth Baccarat was your proper stud name We bought you on a Sunday then home you came A really wild child Cara you’re my first horse
By Alan Russell7 months ago in Poets
Size for Size, Bite for Bite
minis the bite-size dough rise spread to flour to honey to nuts to seeds to spices to to spices earlies earlies a butter-chip a chocolate-chip that's molasses I now grows more more more more more more I like the idea but I'm the store... smile smile smile smile smile now now now now now now now now the the bear the size the bite the grease. 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. Smith7 months ago in Poets
Just A Little Off
I've heard that men are candy and I’ve got the makings of a hero While I drink cigarettes with brandy to pad my fall at your ground zero
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 months ago in Poets
The Saint Below
The Saint BelowAbusing my joke—pulling darker than humor, again, in loops. A habit. Chosen. Not slipping—cutting. Let’s have a great boost— or crack the ceiling and call it sky. Not trading shoes. Not Suzy. Not Sandra. Nobody walks this floor but me. Even I hesitate. We crash corners, spit, glow lo— still up. Free verse. Key forms. Doors—forced. Hope— where walls forgot windows. Cosmos— wrong hole again. Fall > arrival. Rabbit? Home? Doc? Miss the question. Lust— still here. Same hunger. New address. Nine loaded— ozone sealed. No exit upward. Contained. Contained again. Elder. Raised early. Wisdom—heavy. Spent young. I’m creepy. Known before said. Maze—mine. Walls—answer back. You don’t get me. Keep it that way. Funny— until it fractures. Trigger. Traps. Cards. Joke dies fast. Joker— must laugh. Reflex. Hands— remember. Skin stores memory. Blue sweat. Swear— swallow it. Deformity— kept. Payback / paycheck. Same act— split value. Ace. Held. No steps. Only print. Marks— left deeper than intent. Doors— slam inward. Don’t look. Not in your flesh. Not yours to map. Cracks— no airbag. Mid-fall. Protection—dropped. Hashtag— dash > sentence. Symbol > speech. Pen signs. Piece given. Slam. Drift. Slither. Never clean. Same place— wrong light. Shades— collapse to chance. Out / in— no border. Black blood— circulates. A son— misses me. Born quiet. Still reaching. No skips. Everything counted. Depth— needs distance. Too close—collapse. I give back— bad. Return stains. Badges— worn. Displayed. Moon— spells slime. Records don’t lie. Sun— spelled back. Lineage marked. Angel— scarred. Flight— cut but present. Good / devil— watched. No side taken. Upward— no waiting. No ceremony below. Prayer— empty gesture. Hands still fold. We parted. Clean break. One of me— hunts. Tracks internal. Justice— kills itself. Silver handshake. Agreement dressed sharp. Face— silly. Mask slips. Language— compressed. Heat— makes form. Sinter. Infinite— in precision. Held tight. Desirable density. Call of destiny. Weight—wanted. Bottom—reversed. Summit. Desirable density. Call. Summit. Ritual. Again. Whole— consuming. No peace. Only intake. Consistency— hollowed. Shell stands. Inside moves. Sergeant— destroys first. Order through break. Cure— quiet. Barely heard. Dawn knight. Between— exact. Not balance— tension held. Presence— pressure. Felt before seen. Room shifts. Destruction— incoming. Sensed early. Light— enters bone. No surface. Muscle learns. Echo— Universe returns. Saint of Hades. Both held. No apology. Nemesis. Response. Not origin. Sisyphus. Stone— necklace. Weight— worn. Choice— claimed. Change it. Replace it. Same stone. New meaning. Loop— not imposed. Held. Owned. Chosen. Again. Again. Again. Until it fits. Until it shines. Until it answers back. The loop— mine. Choice.
By LUCCIAN LAYTH7 months ago in Poets