The BirdSpikes tear thru my skin
pierce my sides and I hang
dripping blood like rain.
People avert their eyes,
others grab sharpened rebar,
and my pain echoes like thunder.
A person stands near me.
they yell about rights,
but others sneer and mock,
as the laws seethe and grow
to accommodate more spikes,
more needles to eviscerate
my mind, brain, and body
until I am an empty husk,
then and only then,
is their bloodlust sated.
Con J CosbyStardate: 2025.11.25 - "Poetry Written By Me"
This poem has double meanings, can anyone guess what they are? If you guessed right then you're deep. 🙏
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This poem has double meanings, can anyone guess what they are? If you guessed right then you're deep. 🙏
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Stardate: 2025.7.29 - My first attempt at haiku inspired by this TV show. HUMAN.
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Humanity
Always changing
Forever.
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Humanity
Always changing
Forever.
#Human #BBCHuman #HumanEvolution #Haiku #MyFirstHaiku #FirstHaiku #JapanesePoetry #MyHaiku #MyPoetry #PoetryOfTheDay #HaikuOfTheDay #PostOfTheDay #EllaAlShamahi
Her Splendour's Might by Con J Cosby (aka me) ▪️ This the first of a monthly poetry reading series. Hope you all enjoy. 😊🙏 #HerSplendoursMight #MyPoem #MyPoetry #WrittenByMe #PoetryReading #PoetryReadings #ReadingPoetry #PoetryReel #PoetryVideo
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Genevieve BoikoAs a new pathway closes a season's chapter, winds of solitude purge an ocean's currents. Melodious ebbs kissing a shoreline, etching sketches in crystal sand, dunes echoing inner peace. And as ocean mists chant a new horizon, Autumn gently breezes tides of faded memories.
Eve, (Me)
KennyThe Trauma of Birth
by
Kenny A. Chaffin
All Rights Reserved © 2023 Kenny A. Chaffin
It lives inside us
just under the surface
Drives us
through our lives
Mothers may forget the pain
but the child cannot
It will be there, always
until we die
Kenny A. Chaffin – 2/5/2023
w0dzthe ravens laughed
as they flew through cracks in every sky
at creatures of the earth
dressed all in black
who ever walked or ran
towards a dark horizon
pretending all that joy
was such an evil son
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AndrewSB49I returned at last,
not understanding why,
to the place of hard days
lost, altered, angry,
splintered times.
Memories frozen.
This was never home
or a harbour shining
through the mist.
Now I take comfort in
the twilight of shadows.
Andrew Brennan #MyPoetry
Be ever watchful
of the spirits
that delve here
be unafraid
they are at
a crossroads
an end
dulling sensations
sensual tentacles
mist on waters
ethereal
singing
thirsty
feeding
greying
fading
whispering
sighing
snaring
their life is vanishing
leaving memories only
Andrew Brennan #MyPoetry
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