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Writers block
writers block blank page yet on this page ink is spilled irony in ink
By Alexander Stoddartabout a year ago in Poets
Vanishing 101
Good morning, and thank you for joining us today. As you may know, this is a step by step guide in the journey of getting lost
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Ode to the Organ I Didn’t Know I Needed
I used to live wild, Drenched fries in oil, Ate cheese like oxygen, Let butter boil. Never thought twice About pizza or cream,
By The Arleeabout a year ago in Poets
Young Again This Season
The chill'ns learn from football— school, homework, sign-up day in Fall. The jerseys, the shoulder pads, the hel...— a team! Minds rushing around the corner, but summertime stales, roll call gleamed... Offensive/Defensive youngsters who loved the memory, builds a trophy, a valuable lesson... be steel. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2025 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Be fun. Honorable Mention in Instructions for Disappearing Challenge.
Be charming. But not too much. Be smart, but keep it soft. Be the fun time party girl who never spills her drink. Be wanted. Just not inconveniently.
By Millicent Malcolmabout a year ago in Poets
Things I've Said to the Shower Wall
“My parents didn’t raise a quitter. I did that myself.” “I want someone to ruin my life but like, in a hot way.” “I’m not over her. I just don’t think she deserves to know that.”
By Tess M. Marlowabout a year ago in Poets
POEM - Chomolungma: Mother Of The Sky
Not built, but breathed, from chaos’ forge, A titan born where continents collide. The primal roar, a seismic surge, Lifted this sovereign, stony-eyed,
By Jacky Kapadiaabout a year ago in Poets
Book
Just because my cover is weathered and torn And my pages are a little worn Don’t look at me and scorn For I’ve been a thousand places
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Pitless
In the velvet hush of tangerine light, thoughts creep like mycelium, trendrilling through synapses, until fingertips tingle,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
A Pirate Looks at 50
“Let Me Entertain You” "I'm a burning effigy of everything I used to be. You're my rock of empathy, My Dear."
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
Logbook Of A Reluctant Dog-Sitter
I tricked my mom to watch the pup, then kicked my feet and sat right up. But soon she shooed me to the yard— "Go get some sun, you’re pale as lard!" The pup chased bu with boundless cheer, while Mom snoozed in her lawn chair near. Then—aha!—he saw his chance arise, with twinkling paws and scheming eyes. He dug up pots with reckless speed, a tiny, furry whirlwind breed! Till yip He found his buried prize— a bone! (Mom woke—oh, what surprise!) I fled before her scolding came, while pup just wagged (no hint of shame). Now dirt’s flung high and pots askew… Who knew a dog could landscape too?
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets
My Brain Left the Group Chat: A Day in the Life of Everyday Confusion
Some days feel like your brain has packed its bags and gone on vacation without telling you. You wake up, and from that moment on, everything feels off. That is exactly the kind of day we are talking about here a comedy of small mistakes, forgotten chores, and snack cravings, all mixed together into one messy but very real experience.
By Shahzaibabout a year ago in Poets