Recently Added Poems

The song of life

The helmsman, the cultivator of the village Come everybody come Go to the quay, go to the field Time flies. You have to raise the sail We have to join helm to the plow River water is surging Waves playing in the paddy field. Flood is in the rive...

– by Hakikur Rahman

Why

I am wondering why. I wake up everyday with such optimizum only to foiled by some sceme to ruin my day time and time again. Why. I try hard to maintain the balance between realizm and fake reality. But somehow the fake shadows the real and all phy...

– by Why

Confident Not Cocky

The confidence I have acquired, To remove doubt from my abilities. Can be misunderstood as being cocky. With an upscale helium induced arrogance. And to this, I can only reply... What has been earned with time invested, Has much to do with one's o...

– by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Soft Sell

Systematic racism, bigotry and its existence. Updating the presence of it. With a marketing of public tolerance. Window dressed to address diversity. Makes more sense to those who benefit! Yet the vendors of it, Are not demographically mixed. As ...

– by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Wrong car.

walking up to the wrong car unprepared for the question that is asked after I am answered I walk back home bewildered in disbelief.

– by Dwight Drummond

Past, Present, and Future

The timeline is a thing we use to keep track but not of the past and future that we have kept for last we have gone throw trechorous rivers to find where we can be free but nowhere on this timeline there is not time for me and time for you is...

– by Past, Present, Future

Dun't jack the Poet.

what is jack? jackpot. What is poet? Poetical. ''Dun't jack the Poet.

– by Dwight Drummond

Jacky Poo

jacky poo was a pee pee poo and liked to say boo when he was taking a poo

– by yiggy boy

Do anyone know where Donisha is?

People who use misfortune as there cause for help deserve nothing else but a prenuptial before they become canceled. ''Do anyone know where Donisha is?

– by Dwight Drummond

The Open Duur.

Close the doors after you leave or enter a room; women who leave the duur open are whoremongers and thieves of men kindness.

– by Dwight Drummond

THE REAPER

The Reaper stalks the dreadful night His sickle sweeping like a scythe, As a soulless body tumbles The Reaper plucks another life. A remnant from some old religion Still, the Reaper keeps reaping on, And though you think him merely fancy Still, h...

– by Phil Roberts

To Fathers, Just Because

To Fathers, Just Because© Gary Shulman, MS. Ed. June 19, 2021 To all the fathers who did their best To do it right, to rise to the test To all the dads be they one or two Straight, Trans or Gay, in the red, white and blue To all the father figure...

– by Gary Shulman, MS. Ed.

THE NIGHT VISITOR

The night visitor calls On those he means to kill, To satifise his lustings All for a dreadful thrill. The visitor comes calling On those about to die, Raping, mauling, murdering Just for his mad delight. A madman comes a’calling Spreading terro...

– by Phil Roberts