Senryu

Epitaph
Embarrassed, betrayed Humiliated You have lived a life
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Artificial Amity
Giving machines minds May be part of our sad quest To be understood
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Glass of Cord
Understanding goes beyond words - Michelle Liew ******************************************************** Words cut, shards of glass
By Michelle Liew Tsui-Linabout a year ago in Poets
Chainsaw Theatrics. Top Story - February 2025.
Chainsaw prance on stage Musk ketamine produced show Theatrics prove zilch 💊 You skew the data For your deregulation
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
The True North
No taunt or tariff Could keep these winter soldiers From besting their foes
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
I met my younger self for a coffee date
I met my younger self for coffee she arrived ten minutes late, I hugged her she ordered her favorite chocolate cake\ As I gulped her innocence through the lens of my present eyes,
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
It's A Fork
Smash and lie, FORK you! Promises of eight months paid leave - Funding not approved Bottom up, not top down, antiquated systems
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
The Slaughter of Innocence. Content Warning.
Grieving through the breathing crevices of my mourning soul, I propelled through piercing glances of the ones who chose to score their goal.
By Hridya Sharmaabout a year ago in Poets
Stage Fright
What if a spoiled fool Played a hero on TV And became a king?
By D. J. Reddallabout a year ago in Poets
Impaled
Impaled I inhale the pain Watch the blood rain As I pull your knife from my back For the heresy But now they listen to me
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Mouth of Babes
diggety-doge dumb next he will be sucking thumb homeland wants him back 👺 not “take your child to work day,” yet little boy spoke
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
Eternal Coals
Through short lived days and moonlit skies,In stolen looks and mollified sighs,A fire was ignited, unfaltering and true,An ash gleaming, shinning as unused.
By Mr Aliabout a year ago in Poets