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Pluck
Just thinking…
I was the last to come but she thought I’d be the next to leave. I gave her job a break, Jill didn’t know her stalk would stem from jack’s seed. What my wife and child mean to me will be there til the death of me. The answer to her prayers, that probably why she never question me. You reached me baby. Even in my office, you impeach baby. 200 amendments, no free speech baby. Not a socialist but leech me baby.
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May 18
May 18, 2026 at 10:08 PM UTC
Mam, shush
When my luck drops, my glucose spikes. It's mostly habit now to drown my sours in sweets. As comfortable as it would be to be a permanent victim, the idea that America holds me back is a statistical reach. The good thing about being the least on the wheel of fortune is that tires keep on turning. During this rotation the minds of some victims switch from collecting guilt to earning. Some choose to act, some choose to watch. Some choose to post, some choose to read. Promoted the last nine years, I'm now front of the line, with a comfortable lead.
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Feb 12
Feb 12, 2026 at 2:22 AM UTC
Less Fortunate
God exists, false or true? This is where it’s hard to love science, because, what does it do? Obsess. Obsess with the provable and resolute. What does it mean to be human? Only then can we answer the question, what is truth? If God does not exist, can I lie? One thing is for certain, I could not stand. It’s such a blessing and curse, being a man. While it’s hard to remember to stand tall, I recall all to well the times I fell short. Without God there is no heaven, but we’d still have a hell of some sort. Imprisoned in man are forces he could not shackle himself. I have questions that ail me and can turn no where else. If we invented God, does that not remain beautiful? That man has invented a technology to escape his nature, to escape his faults? Therefore I kneel. I believe. And I worship, true or false.
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Jan 18
Jan 18, 2026 at 7:52 PM UTC
True or False
The sun slinks down slowly and the lights step up to illuminate the dance floor. There is an event, where the people just dance more. So many twos and threes come from all over to see another gain their plus one. Humans are so complex. Billions of us, it’s a celebration when you can trust one. Watching a man gain a wife, I gazed over at mine. Remembering when I fell in love I didn’t have the money, but thank God I had the time. To grow. To be patient. Because, you know. With a child on the way we may want a party but we need stuff. However, one day the people will gather. The people will dance. & It will be about us.
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Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 9:13 AM UTC
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