Ode

I Once Thought That Love ...
I once thought that love was just a feeling. Bubbly and bubble gum pink; Frills, furs and even fetishes. A passive possum playing dead to problematic poison; refusing to acknowledge the possible price of pride.
By Idara Oghogho about a year ago in Poets
Queue is a Ridiculous Word
Queue is a ridiculous word Its one letter followed by four silent others Perhaps that makes sense The one in the front is ordering
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
A Floor Fan, Super!
Super and new, fans look like stadiums, cooool. Seats—crowded, towered... Inside, cheering, curvatiously and victoriously... seats full, challenged. Are seats an arrival? Who winds the opponent's game? Board the same with stormed floors. What turns the fan, slices air like pizza or pie with a thick score. At the tops, somehow, it's family staying together.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
You Are Not Welcomed Here...
My peace is gone, my calm once more stolen The chaos of my mind runs wild I am no longer young, and free Strapped down to my so called life, trapped behind caged bars
By J.W. Bairdabout a year ago in Poets
What’s in a Name?
Don’t worry You’re not to blame For I have gone by many a name Three last names Just my first Just my last Sometimes a man, sometimes a woman
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Gaius Must Die
I A "You too, child," he asks as he gasps his last Breath, succumbing to twenty-three arrows and slings. Now, sister, allow me to tell you of a before-Christ past
By Conrad Ilesiaabout a year ago in Poets
Railroads and Runaways
Where do we go from here... Twitchy, buzzing, anxious. Confronting reality can have that effect. Smacks you right in the face, swift as firm as unpleasant.
By L.H. Reidabout a year ago in Poets
DENIM PSALMS(OUTSTAGES CAFE PRODUCTION)
“By the power of plush sheets, protest chants, and outlaw harmonics, I initiate this vessel. May it stream memory, sanctify chaos, and sing in denim.”
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Aquarius
Thighs quaking Knees shaking Carrying my jar of clay everyday Arms locked in desperation Imperceptible fatigue as my ribs dig into my spleen
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Brownie
Soft brown fur, matted into delicate pills, roundness pressed flat after years of comfort more pillow than teddy. The hard dark nose of you
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Be Steps
How putting on a shirt trains... builds discipline. How uniforms type you— putting arms and head through one opening at a time, focusing. The goal, a clear view wonder, longer. The "forth..." a fresh-feelin of direction, "journeys" across the map going place to place, home-healing. The sweet forest— camping out with the shirt... be good steps. 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
The Search
I’ve searched for you in the ocean I’ve searched for you in the skies I’ve searched for you in other’s eyes I’ve searched for you all our lives
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets