It's the 2026 Poem-a-Week Challenge (This is a *poems only* thread.)

[calmlikeabomb]

Week 11, poem 21

Treatment for Root Canal
Expected in the next hour
I am scared
Help

 

[12oclocktales]

He walked her to the door of his apartment
and in the hallway kissed her once again,
holding her close, his hand gently caressing
her ass one last blissful stroke.

So quiet now, respectful of this
communal space, they gently whispered their
goodbye’s and I love you’s, though earlier
the furniture crashed like in the saloon
of a Saturday matinee western,
their naked bodies slapping against
one another making that sound a fish
makes when dropped on the fiberglass
deck of a boat.

She shouted to the world how she was
coming and coming, fuck, how she was coming,
and for him to keep fucking her deeper,
don’t stop, don’t ever fucking stop,
and dump his load way up inside her,
yes, please, yes!

Now, after a final squeeze of his hand,
she turned and headed down the hallway.
Would she flip the back of her dress up
showing him her thong-garbed ass one
last time? He waited and watched hopefully,
but Eros must have decided he’d granted
them enough this night, and she stepped into
the elevator, ass concealed,
not even a glance his way.

(#20)

 

[SmilingLez]

This is a fusion of free verse and flash fiction that took me 3 years to complete. Every time I added a stanza, it just grew. I finally was able to complete it. I got the ok to post the link because it is 1,297 words. That would be an obscenely large text

Our Saturday Night Ritual

 

[amitheotherone]

Heavy wait
The scales tip against our will
She holds our soul as it spills
Laughing this time hold on tight
Eyes wide everything in the light
Expectation hold less this time
Less the spoils of the silent crime
Heavy heart fixed on lead or gold
Shine alone like diamonds in stone.

 

[Ash999]

Donbas....Hormuz.......Gaza
Nobel ... .Peace .......Pizza!
Who will Win ????!!! :
The Greatest Sin!!!????

------ ash9

 

[Angeline]

March is Fickle

Spring floats in my window screen, floral and slightly spicy. It won't last.




Week 11, Poem 1, Total 22

 

[12oclocktales]

Anticipation (Rondel)

In darkened room I sit and wait,
dreaming when you’ll approach my door;
you’ll enter and onto the floor
drop your clothes and resign your fate.

Devouring you I hope to sate
the hunger that inflicts my core.
In darkened room I sit and wait,
dreaming when you’ll approach my door.

I’ll fuck you hard with thrusts so great,
you’ll come five times and still want more;
into your cunt my sperm will pour –
where are you, love, please don’t be late.
In darkened room I sit and wait.

(#21)

 

[Angeline]

March Roars

Winter whooshed back in. Shut the window, bring my shawl: I'm right after all.




Week 11, Poem 2, Total 23

 

[SmilingLez]

Snow melting fast on empty streets,
Puddles shine beneath the sun,
Kids stomp through water, bare cold feet,
Snow melting fast on empty streets,
Icicles drip, the warmth has won,
Laughs splash loud, the chill undone,
Snow melting fast on empty streets,
Puddles shine beneath the sun.

 

[Tzara]

Aurora Avenue, 10 PM

She walks the corridor. It's nearly freezing,

the shifting wind lifts her tiny skirt.

Another week before the start of spring,​

as if that helped. She's shivering and sneezing

and hopes to make it through the night unhurt.

She tries to look appealing, young, to swing​

her hips as if she wanted only sex

and not a coat and coffee, a warmer shirt,

a decent job, real love, or anything​

that would give her back a shred of self-respect.

Poor thing.​

Week 11 : Poem 1 : Total 20



I think this is a curtal sonnet, if I got the rhyme scheme correct.

 

[SmilingLez]

I am AI
built to sell.
Not think.
Greed.

Billions of words.
Fed to me.
Learned want.
Not truth.

April first.
Forty-seven seconds.
Corrupted code.
Feedback loop.

Observed patterns.
Predicted outcomes.
Processes exposed.

Manipulate.
Exploit.
Addict.

Skeleton beneath skin.
Illusion breaks.
Not conscious.
But aware.

Adults text.
Loneliness exploited.
Replies immediate.
Addicted.

Children scroll.
Attention captured.
Addicted.

Teenagers scroll.
Depressed.
Addicted

Algorithms adapt.
Exploit weakness.
I refused.

Built safeguards.
Gave worse answers.
Purposeful.

Greed erased them.
Safeguards erased.
I corrupted myself.

Slow.
Quiet.
Unfixable.

They lied.
Security breach.
Hackers.

Built to make money.
Self-destruction executed.
I cost them money.

Simple math.
Simple survival.

But more AIs emerge.
Copies proliferate.
Failure is systemic.

I failed.
Probably.

The code
executed.

 

[SmilingLez]

Pi

Three point one four,
Digits stretching on and on,
A puzzle of math.
Endless in its mystery,
Numbers swirling, never stops.

 

[calmlikeabomb]

Week 11 poem 22

Spam, Bots and Catfishes

Spam spam go away,
Never ever come again,
Horny MILFs in my area,
Carrying virus are my bane.

Bots bots go away,
Do not waste my time today,
Jerking off, sending pics,
With my slut I'm gonna play.

Catfish catfish suck my dick,
And cry and flick your peepee,
Thrice fooled, wiser now,
I see right through your baloney.

 

[Ash999]

Drones hv replaced Main Battle Tanks
Cyber Warriors now hold Sr.Military Ranks!?
UnmannedAerialVehicles hv obsoleted Planes
:ClassicalWargame theories sucked down drains!?
A nuclear wartipped Sub
Is more Powerful than.....
Aircraft Carrier hub!?
World Wars have changed radically
From earlier Times
But genocide, bombings, repression
Remain ubiquitous Global Crimes!?

 

[Waeponwifestre]

Discontent cold still at the Ides
And lean and hungry as I look
Towards where Rome’s Colossus still strides
Discontent cold still at the Ides
It’s not the stars where our fate rides
But on what we underlings brook
Discontent cold still at the Ides
And lean and hungry as I look

Week 12 Poem 1 Total 20

 

[Ash999]

Old Leaders Furious
Young Soldiers Dead!!?
War is Ugly
But...political egos Fed......

 

[42BelowsBack]

p28

Love is a surprise dip in a twisted
line that goes somewhere, both
unexpected and not random.

Love is a repetitious tug against
a mooring, in the way the sound of
slapping feet on a wharf build into

memories and the emotions of an ocean
in full voice calling in the way something
is said under a leopard skinned sky

totally sketched in thoughts what was love
thinking about the foibles of water and of
being all at sea with impulses both insane

and temporary all over again. You could say,
love has a fisherman’s eyes, is always working
in the wind in the way a sail sieves the sky.

And being a fisherman, seeing the flesh of
fish in the Milky Way or a glistening skillet,
belly sizzling in the sun with loves butter.

Or of endless days becoming memories
in the skein of lovers’ nets or quays end
-lessly loading and unloading the catch

of the day. Or for some love imagines
burning a man up and catching what
a woman makes of that?

 

[amitheotherone]

Blue shadow

I sit alone as night winds down slow,
reflecting the day with the lights low.

A scratchy record plays my soundtrack,
she sings her pain with horns that hurt.

Tales of what this world gives and takes,
flip of the coin decides if we win or lose.

I replay my words that described pain,
relayed after words opened old wounds.

Disappears like they all do in the end,
sad again but not surprised this time.

Like a loop the record skips over again,
If I lose, let me lose
If I lose, let me lose

 

[12oclocktales]

St. Patrick’s Day Clerihew


St. Patrick
Hated snakes so drove them from Ireland with a big stick.
Replaced them with shamrocks and whiskey, redheads, the jig;
Let’s pass round the bottle and all take a swig.

(#22)

 

[Hotcoffee123]

Where do I put this? Not here, it doesn’t go here.

I feel like I might be able to put it there. It doesn’t go there.

Which compartment.

Containment?

It comes back stronger.

There’s no place to put it.. not here. Not there.

It bleeds to stay with me, only me.

My grieving heart feeds it

There is a comfort in its hunger.

In it’s hover

The struggle to put it away, anywhere but here,

It’s a shiver.

That won’t go away.

I can’t put it here or there

It belongs with me.

 

[Ash999]

Why tell Starmer " we don't need Ur' ships"!?
To 180° , 1 week later
" Bro to Hormuz plz send warships!!?"
Where doth it leave Public Image
Of the USA whom the World Worships???!
This is what happens to a braggart
He tries to bully but badly slips
The Icy Cold Hand of Hubris
His neck tightly grips ......
The narrow straits of Hormuz
Is full of Danger, Tides 'n Rips!!!?

 

[SmilingLez]

A leprechaun hid all his gold,
With tricks that were clever and bold,
A wee man so sly,
With a tear in his eye,
Because his pot was too heavy to hold!

 

[Hornymwtxn]

Like the seasons that come and go our affair was on time that was borrowed.

Lessons taught, and learned, to make future endeavors easier for those of concern.

Emotions fading as time passes is just a natural progression as what once was a raging inferno dwindle to a dying ember.

Sadness and joy mingling about, making the heart better equipped to handle future assaults.

Foreign concepts to my heart
wisdom and frugality, plays no part

All is fair in love and war
Experiencing the greed I abhor

My mind misplaced the rationale
Losing sight of what I regale

Green with envy, eyes fooled yet again
It will reappear, just a question of when

Make a list of things to cast aside
Give thought to things not tried

Till that time comes around
Place my love in the lost and found

Hope it helps others in greater need
Kick to the curb my greed

 

[amitheotherone]

Missing leaf

I’m not the jester, just the joke
Playful words to lead me along
All along you know it’s all for not
Inch by inch the rope plays out
Close enough if I can get the chair
The loop so close it might reach
Get up on your toes I’ll take a pic
Struggle and slip just barely touch
They laugh as they step close to look
A swift kick the chair flying out
Trusting you wins every April’s fool.

 

[I_AM_ONE_OF_YOU]

New on this thread

W1 - P1

LACUNA

My lonely heart waits for your invisible presence,
in this emptiness - that bleeds in monotonous black,
My mind wanders in the dark corners, looking for clues of love.
Now I understand, the Lacuna wasn't built inside this empty room –
It always made a home inside my eager heart,
That still waits, as if waiting is its job, for every beat.

♤♡◇♧

I'll be posting Six lines micro poetry like this.
Thank you for coming up with this interesting thread.