Popular Miscellaneous Poems
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Random, diverse and unusual poetry
Popular poems, listed in order of their popularity this month.
Dragonblood
Poem Published
28th Apr 2024 9:18pm
28th Apr 2024 9:18pm
Where the weeds have overgrown.
From boyhood years, I still recall
running through a worn back door
but my joyous shouts, they shout no more
as my sister's sleep in a graveyard floor
in this old home where once we lived
tangled weeds have overgrown,
the swing set’s now a rusted thing
the see-saw waits alone
our youth feels like a made-up dream
lost picture frames display we three
with Mom and Dad near
the backyard tree
yet sadly all...
running through a worn back door
but my joyous shouts, they shout no more
as my sister's sleep in a graveyard floor
in this old home where once we lived
tangled weeds have overgrown,
the swing set’s now a rusted thing
the see-saw waits alone
our youth feels like a made-up dream
lost picture frames display we three
with Mom and Dad near
the backyard tree
yet sadly all...
#home
#MovingOn
68 reads
17 Comments
Pinkdreams
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 11:51pm
15th Apr 2024 11:51pm
I Had a Porno Dream About Barry Gibb
He's a castrated werewolf
I mean,
based on how he sounds
and how he looks.
Yet for some reason
I had a porno dream
about Barry Gibb,
and I'm here to tell you
he's damn good in bed.
He was kind too
and loving
and for the minute or two I was married to him
I was secure,
sexually fulfilled,
rich
and oh so happy.
I'd never had any kind of attraction
to Barry Gibb,
yet I had a porno dream about him.
And I'm glad I did.
I mean,
based on how he sounds
and how he looks.
Yet for some reason
I had a porno dream
about Barry Gibb,
and I'm here to tell you
he's damn good in bed.
He was kind too
and loving
and for the minute or two I was married to him
I was secure,
sexually fulfilled,
rich
and oh so happy.
I'd never had any kind of attraction
to Barry Gibb,
yet I had a porno dream about him.
And I'm glad I did.
#dreams
#sex
120 reads
17 Comments
Her
Poem Published
28th Apr 2024 9:28pm
28th Apr 2024 9:28pm
Unfortunately/Fortunately
Unfortunately for you
I’m the most authentic person you never got a chance to know
Fortunately for you
I’m finished with my anger
I’ve absolved you of your sin of stupidity
(okay, maybe I’m not all the way done)
See?
Who else would have been that honest with you?
I’m the most authentic person you never got a chance to know
Fortunately for you
I’m finished with my anger
I’ve absolved you of your sin of stupidity
(okay, maybe I’m not all the way done)
See?
Who else would have been that honest with you?
#anger
#honesty
113 reads
16 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
24th Apr 2024 3:38pm
24th Apr 2024 3:38pm
Roots
Tears streak liquid pain.
My roots thrash in tainted ground..
Lips silent, throb blame.
My roots thrash in tainted ground..
Lips silent, throb blame.
#betrayal
#haiku
#sadness
68 reads
17 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
15th Apr 2024 7:27pm
15th Apr 2024 7:27pm
Ironia
Sun glossed white puffed sky.
Ironic imaginings.
Poised to darkly die.
Ironic imaginings.
Poised to darkly die.
#dreams
#death
#clouds #heaven
#clouds #heaven
85 reads
17 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
30th Apr 2024 1:01pm
30th Apr 2024 1:01pm
Empty Ground
Tears are the silent language or grief. - Voltaire
Insurmountable.
A grief way too collosal.
Drop to empty ground.
Insurmountable.
A grief way too collosal.
Drop to empty ground.
#death
#grief
#haiku #love
#haiku #love
89 reads
14 Comments
deliabear
Debbie
Debbie
Poem Published
9th Apr 2024 10:38am
9th Apr 2024 10:38am
Corvus
Struck by the gloss of the ebony plumage
of the raven in starlight.
His eyes an oily mystery
of the perpetual return of night.
Fascinated by his burrowing stare
at the gnarled knot in the tree.
That furnished a nest of naive robin's eggs.
Under inevitable seize.
Meaningful change has an approaching leg,
the wicked raven confides.
A need to explore the shadows
that dwell inside.
I've made companions of
the midnight hours.
In keeping with the natural order,
the pale blue eggs are greedily devoured.
To be who...
of the raven in starlight.
His eyes an oily mystery
of the perpetual return of night.
Fascinated by his burrowing stare
at the gnarled knot in the tree.
That furnished a nest of naive robin's eggs.
Under inevitable seize.
Meaningful change has an approaching leg,
the wicked raven confides.
A need to explore the shadows
that dwell inside.
I've made companions of
the midnight hours.
In keeping with the natural order,
the pale blue eggs are greedily devoured.
To be who...
#death
#birds
#LifeCycle
95 reads
18 Comments
ursa
Poem Published
4th May 2024 2:07pm
4th May 2024 2:07pm
Ode to Gen X
The poem unwritten, words rarely expressed
not ever the host, never asked to be guest
in your childhood, left feral, uncared for, discarded
tending to self, armed in latch-keys; unguarded
Apologetic, serene, your work-ethic on par
you cover your bruises, aware of your scars
where your face is forgotten you lead with your eyes
an adult at eight, and at fifty you rise
to the rather oblivious; your plans laid backstage
preparing for battle, persevering with age
you survive in your values; placid,...
not ever the host, never asked to be guest
in your childhood, left feral, uncared for, discarded
tending to self, armed in latch-keys; unguarded
Apologetic, serene, your work-ethic on par
you cover your bruises, aware of your scars
where your face is forgotten you lead with your eyes
an adult at eight, and at fifty you rise
to the rather oblivious; your plans laid backstage
preparing for battle, persevering with age
you survive in your values; placid,...
#misunderstood
68 reads
12 Comments
Ljdynamic
Poem Published
Yesterday 2:01am
Yesterday 2:01am
White Ink
The poem unwritten
has me smitten.
Curious of what it would say
on a day like today.
When I am at my worst
and the first
thing on my mind upon waking
is taking
on more hours of sleep.
I keep
dozing off between thoughts.
I have been caught
and cradled by depression.
Tears gather as my expression
because I cannot speak.
I am too weak
to pick up a pen
and write again.
Inspiration has not bitten,
leaving the poem unwritten.
has me smitten.
Curious of what it would say
on a day like today.
When I am at my worst
and the first
thing on my mind upon waking
is taking
on more hours of sleep.
I keep
dozing off between thoughts.
I have been caught
and cradled by depression.
Tears gather as my expression
because I cannot speak.
I am too weak
to pick up a pen
and write again.
Inspiration has not bitten,
leaving the poem unwritten.
#depression
#LifeStruggles
#MentalHealth
18 reads
12 Comments
Vision_of_insanity
Poem Published
23rd Apr 2024 11:20am
23rd Apr 2024 11:20am
Distant Travels
As my mind reflects
voices from within
tell me to soul search
a personal energy
that resonates
changing my perspective
as multiple beings
alert me that my time will expire
voices from within
tell me to soul search
a personal energy
that resonates
changing my perspective
as multiple beings
alert me that my time will expire
#aliens
#identity
#memories
#scifi
#universe
62 reads
10 Comments
Her
Poem Published
3rd May 2024 1:54am
3rd May 2024 1:54am
I’m Sorry
I could write something eloquent
But I’ve run out of words
I can’t hide behind
The fairy tale anymore
I need a new narrative
I’m learning sign language
Because my big mouth
Always gets me in trouble
Maybe my tiny hands can behave
But I’ve run out of words
I can’t hide behind
The fairy tale anymore
I need a new narrative
I’m learning sign language
Because my big mouth
Always gets me in trouble
Maybe my tiny hands can behave
#ImSorry
102 reads
12 Comments
Ahavati
Poem Published
11th Apr 2024 2:33pm
11th Apr 2024 2:33pm
Diagnosis
For Elisha
I.
I am sure you felt its shadow
locomotive smoke growing thicker
that plumule bomb
of hazardous waste
pulverizing the landscape
of your lungs
There are so many cliches
for a time like this. . .
‘Take care of you’
‘It will be alright’
‘I’m so sorry’
‘I’m here if you need me’
'What can I do'
But the truth is
it hurts to concentrate
on a war game
of chemotherapy
and radiation roulette
II.
...
I.
I am sure you felt its shadow
locomotive smoke growing thicker
that plumule bomb
of hazardous waste
pulverizing the landscape
of your lungs
There are so many cliches
for a time like this. . .
‘Take care of you’
‘It will be alright’
‘I’m so sorry’
‘I’m here if you need me’
'What can I do'
But the truth is
it hurts to concentrate
on a war game
of chemotherapy
and radiation roulette
II.
...
#support
#admiration
#respect
179 reads
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