Tuesday, March 28, 2023

Suicide is a Poem by Jay E. Valusek

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Suicide is a poem, I say, and pause. They do not look convinced. A tragedy, perhaps, reply their faces. No rhyme or reason. No heroic meter. A travesty, at...

I am, not by Maram Khalif

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Unregulated tachyons engulf me overnight Psychotically walking down, the street and asking for a change Panic! they say without adding unregulated state of mind and...

So long as we can say by Julia Hoeffler Welton

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Out of the gas chamber Out of the closed ward Out of the shock room They come. Slowly, unfeeling, Unhearing, Unseeing They walk, or stumble, or crawl. Witnesses, liberators, Physicians, priests...

Self-Care For Dummies by Jill M. Talbot

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eek comfort where you can, even if it's in a dumpster Have someone explain it to you like you're a toddler Read more on ways you...

A bipolar perspectivist poem by Andrea Grey

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one day we may all come to see that the way I treat you, I treat me it’s disguised from our eyes and operates energetically we don’t...

Forgiven, a sonnet by Dan Johnson

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Forgiven, a sonnet -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't know how to write down my request or where it has to go to find my boy. I hope while drifting up...

Darling Girl by Hannah E

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Darling girl, I wish for you to understand that The fire in your soul, the kind of love in your heart and the curiosity that drives...

Your Versions by Tom Todd

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I’d like to work with you. To appreciate your versions. And not to have to defend myself Against them. Please let your version of treating me Incorporate ideas of...

Considering Harry by Tom Todd

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I wrote this poem using selected extracts (pages 212-217) from Prince Harry’s book, ‘Spare’, and reflecting on the extent to which his writings might...

Too by Monica Khadijah Davies

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My nose is too long My hands are too big My feet have grown You see they did My belly is fat My tits are small My legs are lean I...

Poetry by Kris

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All is the self The world where it is felt What’s around what’s within Simple the mind of which integrates let be without To listen when it is loud Less...

So Who’s Mad, Then? by Richard Plowden

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Mad Maddy, I greet you again and say hello On yet another fine day In England in mid-December! May our darling Greta Be spared such summery sun Up north in...

On the Birth of Pandemonium by David Penner

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One, two, three walls three, omniscient was the Fourth in darkness - unvanquished the barren Causeway. Armies of howling seraphim, cascading On a lake of fire; Mulciber...

Unknown Restlessness by Aisha Momin

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So there is an energy surge Which is an emerge Maybe it is from the submerge ? Getting cleansed by purge That's why I had an urge But I...

A Sweet Nothing for a Melancholic by Timothy Hamilton

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Forget, for today, for now, Life on the edge of this abyss, Look out across a gentle embrace Of great terrors and petty pleasures. Forget, for today, for...

tents in the park by Dan Lenart

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tents in the park In the city without a soul When misfits and outcasts were kicked out, Banished to exile, even the ancients historically Understood this sentence, this...

Benzo Request by Rod McDonald

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My daughter asked: "Can I have a Clonazapam, dad?" "You bet." Why argue with a stage 4 sarcoma? It could take a week to become dependant. Why worry? Waiting for...

Satan’s Shadow by Adam Slosberg

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It is a beautiful day. The Sun is out; not a cloud in the sky. Yet I am in the Depths of Darkness where...

Rub My Feet by Rod McDonald

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Your big toe gave you away. It wiggled and that meant foot rub please, Dad. Your eyes were closed, but I could feel the vibes all the way from...

Threshold by Julie Bradley

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At a threshold in consciousness an opening unknown, yet sensed as vaguely familiar and here now intense fear arising – cold chill, sweating palms, pounding heart— ego in...

FOR OVER 27 YEARS NOW by Adam Slosberg

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And so, a new morning begins. The same way. Every day. For over 27 years now. Fear. Fear the police will break down my door....

My Mood as Room by Calvin May

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I suffocate in the heat of my pitch black room. I cannot find the door. And cut my feet on the broken glass strewn All over the...

incantation (Gleaning the Truth/Torching the Rest) by Jacquese Armstrong

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trees stark and barren used to upset me i knew how they felt standing naked before a mocking world waiting for a season to cover the indiscretions of...

olfarms arent conscious by Chat Vanille

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olfarmed meta bank och vita viner in a stable with cold men and piss **** Back to Poetry Galley

don’t let another summer by Ivory Kaufman

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don’t let the trees bloom green again while I lie drugged and still in bed don’t let the world explode with color while I see only gray...