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Dad of Nine
Poems make Big Things easier to say. Like handling a snake or appearing in court or doing a speech at a wedding. The weight of the moment,
By Tim Boxerabout 17 hours ago in Poets
Any Day
Loud repeated bangs Shrill screams envelop the street Life ends with a thud
By Maria A. Perezabout 17 hours ago in Poets
Beside the Bed
Breathing slows, then stops When the chest does not rise again The clock ticks twice more
By Crystal Potterabout 17 hours ago in Poets
We bought a trailer and a quad
We bought a trailer and a quad for our biggest contract last month. "This has to be it," I said. Everything was working out perfectly. The day after, I was prepping myself for the first day of work—protein bars in my bag, gumboots, high-vis shirt, and planting bags.
By Imola Tóthabout 17 hours ago in Poets
*Click Here to Stop Your Bad (Insert food here_____) Habit Cravings*
No small thing this Urge is physiological all-out brawl Well-worn paths along the neuron trails accustomed to fixed fights
By The Dani Writerabout 18 hours ago in Poets
sure, she said it rains
sure, she said it rains like it would be always rain or was it close to
By Gerry Thibeaultabout 18 hours ago in Poets
He Told Me I had a “Kangaroo Pouch”
Stuff me, In the pouch of a kangaroo. Show me how my own protrudes, To disturb you. Call it small; Poke it through.
By Caitlin Charltonabout 18 hours ago in Poets
What are Hinges?
The hinges, the hinges are their. The hinges, can't wait for some. The hinges, "Is it summertime?" 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. Smithabout 18 hours ago in Poets
Serration Cessation . Content Warning.
two veins quake, shake, break a slip of serrated tongue a river of red
By Emily McGuffabout 19 hours ago in Poets
I Know whom I believe
Upon His shoulders Jesus my mountain raises me to walk stormy seas 🌊
By Dianaabout 19 hours ago in Poets
The withering love
If you don’t take care of your garden, the weeds take over. The earth becomes dry, hard, and useless. And like flowers,
By Minou J. Lindeabout 20 hours ago in Poets
Temptation
Do you see it? peaking through the window wild, untampered open, unclosed Loud, undeadening/undeafening The voices are rising to the shore
By KwCubabout 21 hours ago in Poets