Senryu

3/30/25
Heavy is the grass that bends All glass breaks in the end Water washes all away The plants return in the light of day As mycelia conquer the hidden depths
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
Coffee
Cold, black elixir trickling down my throat Some days it is warm as its cream fills my gut Its energy powers my life Without it
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
Embracing Vulnerability: My Journey as a Young Poet on World Poetry Day
In the abyss of finding a voice that glares through the roof and blinds the pain, Through the seeping crevices of forethought syllables, my stance I pledge to gain.
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Poets
Yes I Will
I am serious I am prepared to be your Comfort animal
By D. J. Reddall11 months ago in Poets
The Cult of the Culprit
Witness the wanton Will of an unrepentant Criminal made law
By D. J. Reddall11 months ago in Poets
The State Of Vocal
Vocal Is Not Working Spammers Are Given Free Reign Make It Work Again! And a free-form plea poem Vocal is the best publishing platform and we want it back, we want YOU Vocal to succeed, because if you do, we do, and if we do, you do. We are all here for you Be here for us PLEASE And give us SATISFACTION
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 11 months ago in Poets
Second Thoughts
We can no longer Afford to be ruled by bad Antique ideas
By D. J. Reddall11 months ago in Poets
Uhh...Vocal?
I dunno, Vocal. Verifying I'm human might be a problem.
By Cathy holmes11 months ago in Poets
Dream
I can dream again I can be again My mind was locked in a prison But now they cut through Like an incision A vision Of hope?
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
Bleed the Beast. Top Story - March 2025.
Bleed the beast they say But how do I bleed it When it feeds me When it needs me As much as I need it I want to cleave it off
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
What goes through the mind of an empty envelope?
Humans! Aah, the notorious ones gospelled with the prowess of pouring their hearts onto the folds of power, of unleashing the confinement of unsaid pain through the enigmatic flair of woven syllables through the crevices of their glistening minds.
By Hridya Sharma11 months ago in Poets
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By Paul Stewart11 months ago in Poets