Ode

Cannibal’s Call
The cannibals call from down the hall SACRIFICE!! To save our lives Or civilization will fall The end begins when the maws open wide
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Ode to the Hot Dog. AI-Generated.
Oh humble snack, so warm, so neat, A tasty treasure, a perfect treat. Nestled snug in a fluffy bun, A meal of joy for everyone.
By Seniya Shalaabout a year ago in Poets
Attitude: The Crownless King
In city suits and tinted shades, they strut with hollow pride, Their voices trimmed in accents false, their egos open wide.
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
Little Laid-Down Lover
I’m His little laid-down lover, Upsetting the world by establishing His Kingdom With obedience and love, Surrender and wisdom.
By Idara Oghogho about a year ago in Poets
Vagina: The Myth and the Mirror. Content Warning.
His Voice Oh Vagina, how you have filled my mind and soul with your addicting and enticing role. I, like many before me, have fought to master this perversion of life — Giver of life, and taker of life. The power is immense, and the power is real.
By Clifford Kincaidabout a year ago in Poets
Ruby’s World
Reggae music, Diet Pepsi, sunflower seeds and a good book to read. That summed up everything Ruby Lee Spencer would need. A soul of reggae. Bob Marley was her spirit animal and love language.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
Scroll
Scrolling, scrolling, down, down, down Through the death spiral of society Trying to wake up Wanting to make up for time lost
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Ellie May Was Never Here
You knock where no door should be, the porch sagging like a breath held too long. That gate—red as blood or barnwood after rain— moans Ellie’s name,
By Muhammad Abdullahabout a year ago in Poets
Earth 19: The One That Burned the Bill. Content Warning.
This is my response to the big ugly bill. Millions of Americans will lose everything. I sang the blues today. I am disabled, old, and health issues. Yes, I will lose everything if something is not done to stop the Nazis and the Rumpty Dumpty crime syndicate.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
Through Time.
It seems the days are passing by so fast, and yet it's like I'm still standing in one place. I look back on all my yesterdays and the footprints that walked with me through my life. I know the spirits of every person and every animal I've ever loved are still with me — and somehow, somewhere, in some other universe, we are together again.
By April Kirby.about a year ago in Poets
WE ARE NOT ANTS. Content Warning.
This was written today out of my despair that millions of vulnerable populations are on the brink of losing everything because of bullies in the Whitehouse and the ultra-wealthy will have it all as they steal from the coffers of the poor to feed the one percent billionaire bullies of crime, corruption, psychopaths, narcissists, racists, and who laugh at the poor, dying, and their bizarre hatred of us to squash us like ants. I had to write this.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli about a year ago in Poets
The Ears of a Poet
The ears is where life is going... winged and bestowing. Poetry is the case— exciting place to place... blowing, and the poet yawns a bug’s bud... knowing. 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