Poetry Verse

Hxney

Real Man Published: August 05, 2026

Rough hands foreign amongst dime, Earned their throne through paths unknown to me. A veil that once which conceals, Like a viper slithering low, shedding its outer layer to what suits him best. My once kind seed, begone with all unwanted ways; she detests. All for nought, yearning for feather-light touches that may never grace. No son of mine is man.

Connor Whiting

Still I stood Published: August 04, 2026

Did you bleed through nights that left no trace, with no one near to see it? Did you hold your ground when they left no space, and swear you'd never leave it? Did you break in half and bind it tight, so no one saw the seam? Did you carry men through fire and fight, Then wake alone and scream? They talk of strength like it’s clean and neat, Like it’s medals on a chest. But strength is cracked hands, and bloodied feet, And a heart that’s had no rest. Did you love too deep? Did you lose too much? Did silence bruise your name? Were you mock

George Tumaob Calaor

No Shame Published: July 26, 2026

In the heart of the flood in a village swallowed by mud… there drifted the corpse of a promise washed free from the grave of betrayal. Billions upon billions vanished into the roads the led nowhere… bridges built for ghosts and dams that held back nothing so when the rivers rose in fury… it swallowed the poor. "You should be ashamed!" cried the king from the palace... his voice thundered against thieves while the keys to the treasury jingled in his pocket for the truth is… he is the king of those who butcher the nation and to t

David O

Marcy and the Mysterious Button Published: June 14, 2026

Marcy found a button On the table by her juice. She said, “I wonder what this does…” Then pressed it—without a clue. The toaster started dancing, The fridge began to hum, Her backpack sprouted tiny legs And marched off just for fun. Her cereal bowl was barking, Her socks began to glow, Her goldfish sang an opera In a voice both deep and low. Marcy shrugged and pressed again— She thought it looked quite cute. Now everything is normal… Except Marcy’s playing flute.

One Blue Jockey

For Better or For Worse Published: April 28, 2026

For better or for worse I am not a single bit human any more now I lie in my nest completely stripped of my humanity, it went down the sloping soils with the rain, and my breaking nails were not enough to hold the fruitful soil from being dragged away. I remember how it felt, when I was getting showered with soil and rainwater in my cavern underneath a hollow tree trunk, the tree bruised my back and my arms bled down, watering the earth with deep red and dark brown, I shrank into nothingness and swam in my blood, it watered the soil as I go

Liebert Goochlaus

New England Published: March 31, 2026

As a young child I heard about the place called New England But as a old man I wondered... What ever happened to the old England?