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"Each"
the laughing chest the toy bests which is very very very very very fun a cover special, ha! privilege taking day from each teach?... preach? the wide sounds the bells very very very very very wide each. 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. Smith8 months ago in Poets
Shortchanged 10mg of Prozac
Ice cube tray in powder blue I lay my palms flat on top Beholding the frozen I breathe in and out to ready myself Lifting it up over my head
By Michele Nampalli8 months ago in Poets
Full Time Job + Writer = Struggle. Top Story - March 2026.
8 hour tokens Cash in for food and shelter No time for magic. --------------------------------- Previous:
By Jemma Jae8 months ago in Poets
It's Cold
Cuddle with me in here. I love you, Human Mommy Don't leave, it's too cold!
By Rain Dayze8 months ago in Poets
What's in a Name?
A woman who taught cooking classes In the classroom one day lost her glasses. She said, “I know not What my recipe's wrought,
By Dana Crandell8 months ago in Poets
Portraits
Within every moment Within every life There exists a smile A snapshot A portrait of happiness Of the human condition Of love
By Matthew J. Fromm8 months ago in Poets
Any Port in a Storm. Content Warning.
This is the link for the Take Off Your Prose limerick challenge: https://vocal.media/poets/little-human-py2ses0f6phttps://vocal.media/writers/take-off-your-prose-t5210c099m*
By Julie Lacksonen8 months ago in Poets
Genre of Eat
I force you out Agita squirming worms at high velocity trapped behind eyeballs I can see you pacing. You seethe about rain on nettles
By Michele Nampalli9 months ago in Poets
Just Coffee Next Time. Top Story - February 2026.
My keys were in my hand—Or did I imagine that? I check my pockets, then the counter, then there— the place I meant to put them. Anywhere.
By SUEDE the poet9 months ago in Poets
Nothing for Lunch!
Hot sky sandy beach Sea gulls watch wait and swoop down Scoop up food and soar
By Justiss Goode9 months ago in Poets
After the Breaking
In the quiet after collapse, the smallest green dares the first crack I didn’t know a life could make that sound when it comes apart—
By abualyaanart9 months ago in Poets
Ode to tissue box
Ode to the tissue box, Tissue how I love thee, You are my lifeline to fight the sneezing, and watering eyes Yes, my friend it is seasonal allergy season,
By Terri Rosall9 months ago in Poets