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Time\'s Dark Troops (II)

Ingvar Loco Nordin — Tue, 12 May 2026 08:27:28 +0100

Time\'s Dark Troops

Ingvar Loco Nordin — Tue, 12 May 2026 08:02:46 +0100

I can\'t say nothing

mickeko — Tue, 12 May 2026 07:23:41 +0100

A slice of me

mickeko — Tue, 12 May 2026 07:23:00 +0100

I see my lips move in a corner of my eye.

I hear the shapes formed in the air.

I feel their invasion, a scream into an empty oil barrel.

I sense the tense edges of my body.

I think nothing.

Once is enough

Theo_Door91 — Tue, 12 May 2026 03:11:04 +0100

Christmas table

Theo_Door91 — Tue, 12 May 2026 01:03:14 +0100

Theo_Door91 — Tue, 12 May 2026 01:01:01 +0100

genial kindness

arquious — Mon, 11 May 2026 21:57:54 +0100

Forget this night
Recall yesterdays
Peruse today
Ignite perhaps
genial kindnesses
.

Tended

Melinda K Zarate — Mon, 11 May 2026 21:46:50 +0100

The Knot

Melinda K Zarate — Mon, 11 May 2026 17:34:59 +0100

Two people meet by chance,
coincidence that feels like fate,
so they unwind,
vulnerable to breakage,
secrets whispered
in conversations twisting
each past experience
into present understanding.

Their lives begin to tangle,
a knot woven of promises,
old memories restaged
with renewed hope
that this one will hold,
the past giving each rope strength,
two ropes entwined,
one knot,
but two ropes
remain.

Ache

Aniobi Chidinma Elizabeth — Mon, 11 May 2026 16:59:03 +0100

I love you in ways I have no words for,
with a heart too full, too heavy, too raw.
But love should not feel like a whispered wish,
a silent echo that never lands.

I reach for you with open hands,
but your touch never lingers long.
You hold me, but not like I am your home.
You see me, but not like I am your world.

I drown in the weight of what I feel,
while you stand safely on the shore.
Do you know how it feels to love this deep,
to give and give, yet receive none in return?

Now, my heart withers:
like stone where cherries did blossom,
ice, where flame once burned;
If loving you means losing myself,
then tell me, why do I still yearn?

The Baby of The Family

melanie sue — Mon, 11 May 2026 15:11:57 +0100

He's now 35, a father of twins (boy and girl) and our incredible Legend, about to turn 6. He works for Cummins Diesal Engines in the administration department as the plant operations manager (https://www.cummins.com/en-na/ ). He first got himself into trouble when he was 16 on Mothers' Day for cannabis posession. Then got into more trouble a few more years later, leading to jail time. He had broken probation because he wanted to see his grandmother one last time before she died causing him to go on the run. And the law did catch up with him. My mother died while he was in jail at age 21. I tell this true tale to remind others that there's always hope when you set your mind to it. There will be gray days among those bright ones. Life is a challenge requiring optimism and perseverance. We can't guess the future and it will often astound us as much as surprise us. Be an overcomer instead of a complainer.

Obscure Hungarian Horror Film

Sameen — Mon, 11 May 2026 14:43:41 +0100

FREEBORN MAN Billy Strings

melanie sue — Mon, 11 May 2026 13:54:30 +0100

https://youtu.be/XPxi6xLmRvU?si=GlogfDJW_3b162Gh

Tribute to Doc Watson

melanie sue — Mon, 11 May 2026 13:49:24 +0100

https://youtu.be/2WcMOtwz174?si=fLN3HGL00QzCHuFQ

Kee Zealy — Mon, 11 May 2026 09:57:56 +0100

light the bay

arquious — Mon, 11 May 2026 09:51:09 +0100

there is this lighthouse

along a desolate coast

standing tall and strong

it's light shines across the bay

Cancellation

Ingvar Loco Nordin — Mon, 11 May 2026 08:56:21 +0100

The dentist calls to cancel
and the day opens unexpected rooms;
spaces with unknown properties;
free and semi-free clauses,
stammered-out sentence structures
flopping in the wind;
lives rattling off in every direction,
like cockroaches across lit night tiles
on Blackwell Street in Dallas

Suddenly you find yourself snagged
in winding bloodlines;
watching countries changing names
in their atlases,
while the causes of great wars creep away
on ant-feet

The dentist calls to cancel
and the world must be rebuilt
in haste;
retouched with an unsteady hand

Listen To Me

Jamsbo Rockda — Mon, 11 May 2026 07:21:08 +0100

Drowned

Clara Mae Gregory — Mon, 11 May 2026 03:23:14 +0100

Cyclic Avarice

Clara Mae Gregory — Mon, 11 May 2026 03:17:45 +0100

Fey
nests,
founded
on the rocks
nurtured by the sea,
will swallow up each crashing treat
feeding the frenzy in nests of cyclic avarice.

09/06/2009

Author's Note: This is a fibonacci number sequence practice where I choose to use syllables rather than words at the count 1,1,2,3,5,8,13. Suggestions welcome, especially for the title.

Coward

Clara Mae Gregory — Mon, 11 May 2026 03:12:09 +0100

A WELCOME PLACE TO BE

Alan J Ripley — Mon, 11 May 2026 03:00:54 +0100

Wow poetbay,
What a place.
Some may disagree,
Not me.

A place that sets,
Your mind free.
An inspirational forum,
That is loved for it's love of poetry.

Their are a few behind the scenes,
Not just friends but human beings.
Then we have the poeteers,
That share their innermost feelings.

Their stories are shared amongst.
The poetverse of places once lived,
Their art form is a inspirational gift,
A place where that gift comes alive.

In the mind's of others as they read,
Sometimes they make us laugh.
Some may fill you with words,
That for some that are never heard.

Some unfinished yet complete,
From the mind's of others.
We would wish to meet,
A world where we are all to me,
One big happy family.

Drowned in the waves

Theo_Door91 — Mon, 11 May 2026 02:33:37 +0100

A quiet loss

Theo_Door91 — Mon, 11 May 2026 02:30:56 +0100

Cathedral Shadows

Chaucer Whethers — Mon, 11 May 2026 01:55:55 +0100

Lost within a cathedral of needles and shadow beings

Imprisoned by electronic pyramids of stone like eyes

Mental mirrors lining hollow time halls echoing reflections

Shatter from inhuman pressure and reform into a void

Topics without substance or reason suggestions made never taken

To heart and souls beating wilderness paths of deeper meanings

Lost within a cathedral of needles and shadow beings

My body,

yoonoos peerbocus — Mon, 11 May 2026 00:50:09 +0100

The secret is not what I am but what I hold,
in the cary hall of bones:
silent to the world, audible to me;
untaught, the heart strums its strings
the daily anthem for the business of being
conducted by the baton of the soul.
The rib cage expands, an accordion of lungs,
the piano, rummaged with pulses
while from the throat's flute, a solo
high yip, toots and the low breathing hum.
The gut throbs catches the gene
of the shifting humor, it's a blood- born
language, wordless, speaking
the truth with only the touch
of my essence's fingers.

Bombardment

Editorial Team — Sun, 10 May 2026 23:50:12 +0100

The town has opened to the sun.Like a flat red lily with a million petalsShe unfolds, she comes undone.A sharp sky brushes uponThe myriad glittering chimney-tipsAs she gently exhales to the sun.Hurrying creatures runDown the labyrinth of the sinister flower.What is it they shun?A dark bird falls from the sun.It curves in a rush to the heart of the vastFlower: the day has begun.

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TO FAMILER (Additions)

ken d williams — Sun, 10 May 2026 16:53:58 +0100

He were to familer
To friendly

Geeted those who
Came in to browse
The keeper had had
To have word

Before with the

Trublesome one before!
Well the trublsome one
Finaly reasesed it were
Time had come to stoped
The visets there, go elsewhear!
That affter the nesarearly last two
No more visets there, the time had come!

ken d williams

The Dyslexic Wordsmth Of Thanet

A Quaint Feminist

Sameen — Sun, 10 May 2026 15:27:24 +0100

That Moment

Kee Zealy — Sun, 10 May 2026 12:55:23 +0100

mother, mother (2026)

arquious — Sun, 10 May 2026 09:19:58 +0100

Morning comes softer now.
You rise without rushing,
the house no longer waiting
for your first move.

I visit with small things —
fruit cut the way you like,
a cardigan folded on the chair,
the kettle already warm.

You smile as if surprised
that care can travel in this direction.

There was a time
when every hour depended on you:
school forms, scraped knees,
the quiet way you steadied the day
before anyone else was awake.

You never called it sacrifice;
you just did what the day required.

Now the rooms keep their own order.
The children are grown,
the lists shorter,
your hands gentler with their tasks.

You speak of the past
as if it were a long corridor
you once walked daily
and now visit only when needed.

This afternoon,
you sit by the window
watching the street settle into evening.

You say you like this stage —
the ease, the space,
the way the world no longer
asks so much of you.

I don’t tell you
that I still measure myself
against the quiet strength
you carried for years.

Instead, I refill your cup,
adjust the blanket at your side,
and let the moment stretch
between us —

as if the years have shifted
while we weren’t looking.

Between Us

Melinda K Zarate — Sun, 10 May 2026 03:15:04 +0100

I remember my grandmother,
her chocolate cake,
the icing like fudge,
washed down with Pepsi,
a no-go at home
but there, even coffee
was allowed, a secret
between us.

I remember my mother,
her egg custard pie,
creamy goodness,
washed down with milk,
a must-have at home,
her concern, the strength
of our bones, a rule
between us.

I remember my daughter,
her tofu pie,
healthy deliciousness,
washed down with beer,
my drink of choice,
her gift, to always
have some, a cheers
between us.

And then there was me,
a cheap pizza pie,
split between seven,
washed down with Kool-Aid,
the drink we could afford,
flavored sugar, the jug
always empty, the joke
between us.

Muted In The Middle

melanie sue — Sat, 09 May 2026 18:31:44 +0100

Muted In The Middle
There's a puddle
in the pond-
Lost among some
Angry frongs.

Don't go in the water,
Because you might get wet.
And don't forget
What hasn't come yet.

Can one ever Right
The wrongs of the bog-
By blogs blasting bias
Croaked by a frog?

When the minnows
Nibble your skin
Let those waters
Reflect your twin.
And remember-
Never, never dive
When you swim.

Hawks nearby soon fly by
Where a trio of frogs are spied.
And here it ends
Where it begins-
The frogs
We're promptly eaten.

rising

one trick pony — Sat, 09 May 2026 14:22:35 +0100

steam rising

from the leaves and limbs

of the california live oaks

on this sunny

chill morning the heat

of sunrise

after last night's rain

misting the 'scape

all the colors

of the spectrum rising

toward the blue

of today

Winter in May

Sameen — Sat, 09 May 2026 13:15:06 +0100

Shitville

Ingvar Loco Nordin — Sat, 09 May 2026 10:41:43 +0100

CONSUMMATION\'S COLOURS

Griffonner — Sat, 09 May 2026 08:54:59 +0100

Strands of golden web abound,
and silver ties here with there.
There is a settling of old bones –
yet not as old as might have been;
the days, scythed away, silently.

The rouge has drained from the skin;
has dripped relentlessly
from the open wound of disease.
And even though this blight was there
the spirit still maintained your life.

Now, pallid grey-blue’ish tones
suck my eyes to see him –
He with his lowered jaw, and lids,
and I see the face of the Christ
hung from the cross… elongated.

Violet heralds the advent
of his life’s certain moment –
and though I do not want its touch
to come upon my dying dad,
I wish it not to more delay.

The cold blue mist of silence
descends on the Friday ward.
The air is stilled and dust motes stay
suspended, as is life itself.
Now his occult breath is easy.

Colours mist my tearful eyes –
selfish tears of my sorrow
for too much time spent divided;
not wept for him who gave me life –
he is beyond the need of them.

Britain never gave him gold
for inhaling it’s wartime dust –
making weapons for the devil.
No medal to pin on his chest –
there is…
…just the touch of my pale-pink hand.

Hope

Aniobi Chidinma Elizabeth — Fri, 08 May 2026 23:22:51 +0100

Sighting it made me need it,
made me long for it.

Ignoring the thorns as they pricked my flesh,
Paying deaf ears to the silent warnings of the
whispers of the cold night, I went for it.

The closer I got, the harder I fought to live.
Air rushed out of me, blood gushed out too, out of old my wounds.
Yet I knew I had to have it.

For in the dense patch of green that I have roamed in for so long,
I saw a bloom of yellow.
It was mine.
It was sent here to save me,
to save me from the endless abyss I had fallen into.
I needed to have it.

Hope.

I finally found it, I couldn't lose it.
My hands couldn't quite reach. I ran faster,
ignoring the sharp stones as they cut my feet.
Taking no notice of the slapping vines as they scarred my face, and bosom.

I wanted it, I needed it.

I fought hard. My right hand stretched out, longing...

But all attempts made were futile. The bloom of yellow didn't want to be stained by the darkness within me.

I lost, I failed.

Now I continue to fall, still hearing the mocking pity of the whispers.
The whispers that warned me

لا احب لغة ...

poet*salem — Fri, 08 May 2026 20:01:55 +0100

كيف لفتاة او امراة ان تحب عدوهها ؟

هيا لاتتكلم لغته ولا هوا يتكلم لغتها

وفى نفس الوقت هيا لاتعرفه وتسميه بالغريب

ولا حتى تريد ان تتعرف عليه

كيف هذا ؟ هل هذا نوع من الذل؟

هذا عقابه الموت فى قاموسى

كيف بعاهرة لاتتكلم مع من تريد وترفض ان تتكلم

بالادعاء بالباطل انها فى علاقة حب؟

الاكثرية انوفهم في السماء

وهذا بالنسبة لنا مسليا جدا

لاننا نعشق تحطيم الأنوف.

The Glass

Melinda K Zarate — Fri, 08 May 2026 19:41:12 +0100

shrug off this dis-ease

arquious — Fri, 08 May 2026 18:58:50 +0100

Understand the tilt,

the tension within this frame,

The way the dis-ease

flickers like a dying flame.

I’ll shrug the weight of it,

the 'how' and the 'why,'

If you’ll just be the metric

that doesn't tell a lie.

Don't ask for a confession

or a fevered plea,

Just watch the blazer settle—

and finally see me.

Spiderman

Albert Vynckier — Fri, 08 May 2026 17:42:50 +0100

if I am a buzz in this society, a mosquito
but I play at Spiderman on playstation
I am ongoing a self therapy by changing model
isn't it ?

أنا لا ...

poet*salem — Fri, 08 May 2026 16:52:47 +0100

لاكن أذا كان السبب هو الحب

انا لن اصدق هذا طبعا

لانى اعرف من تكونون

لاكن اذا كان فعلاً السبب هو الحب

فأنكم تستحقون السجن المؤبد

هل تعرفون السبب؟

the hidden costs

Albert Vynckier — Fri, 08 May 2026 16:32:19 +0100

if you decide to have a child
how much will he cost you ?
the price of a house if you live in a house
but the price of a van, if you live in a van

and the cost of a van will cost you
a) the driving license
b) the fuel
c) the repairs
d) the fines
e) the insurances
f) the compulsory check-up
e) the winter tires
g)...

Anti-Poetry

Sameen — Fri, 08 May 2026 15:19:46 +0100

untitled

Albert Vynckier — Fri, 08 May 2026 14:50:22 +0100

I wish I could write in plain day light
tickle with the Peebles mounting
a little statue in stones

I hear the sound of the river, as it inhales
as i grill the marshmallows
its thick surfaces crisping under the fire

the buckle is shortly buckled
my eyes are revolving, I feel that I've lived my entire life
whose dreams I couldn't breeze away

the last emotions that capture your attention
is supposed to leave with you in the underworld
that's why I watched carefully my uncle dead face

Forked Tongues

melanie sue — Fri, 08 May 2026 13:19:12 +0100

Snakes and Dragons

Scorch their own wagons-

In Trails of Tyranny

Too mentally frigid

To bend-

They cannot comprehend

So they try to break

Those invalidating them

Inventing imaginations

Of Dragons and snakes

That can not placate

This ghost

Abandoned in

misplaced apathy.

Silence please

JohnJohn — Fri, 08 May 2026 05:22:25 +0100