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

[VerbalAbuse]

The Other

He found the other, his long-lost lover
On a train.
He was the conductor.

They went to the other’s place
He sucked the other, then he fucked him
And asked him that they reunite.

They met on a cold day
In a dirty back alley.
Said he was leaving his wife.

A brighter day
Down by the river
The other told him ‘Yes.’

 

[Quarky]

5.

Mountain cabin smoke
limns concord night sky contours;
night is a goddess.

 

[VerbalAbuse]

Stella

Young in years, old in mind
All she wants is to be taken
From behind.
Big or small you qualify
No discrimination ever applies.
She looks stunning
Estrogen flowed from the vial
Years of usage carved her outline.
Dances dirty
Smiles refined
Asks not roses, nor the like
All she wants is a man on either side.

 

[nudeblaqgirl]

Oh won't you look, guess who's back
That dirty lil bitch named nudeblaq
Behavior so heinous
But such a sweet anus
I'm in love with her wonderful crack

 

[Waeponwifestre]

Nihil
(Villainelle / Lyrics for an electronic piece)

The world seems so bleak on the brink of war
The beauty’s been sapped out of everything
I don’t see stars in the sky anymore

Seeing murderous thugs go door to door
The sights of state violence on the upswing
The world seems so bleak on the brink of war

They’ll kill in the street and call you a whore
It’s just law and order says the right wing
I don’t see stars in the sky anymore

New sights each day shake me down to my core
Like children bearing killing gasses’ sting
The world seems so bleak on the brink of war

I can’t stop the tears, they just endlessly pour
As I watch the world’s quick unraveling
I don’t see stars in the sky anymore

Every new day feels like such a grim chore
All meaning marked by Nihil - by Nothing
The world seems so bleak on the brink of war
I don’t see stars in the sky anymore

Week 4 Poem 1 Total 8

 

[12oclocktales]

Party


Music loud,
chatter louder,
the party in full swing,
you stand before me.

I see your lips moving,
hear every other word,
smile and hope it’s
what I should do

(you keep talking
so I guess I’m safe),

pray my hair is okay,
my teeth not cheese
dip stained,
my cleavage inviting
but not too much so,

(please look down,
again . . . . again
what do you think?)

Whisper it with your
eyes, then take my
hand and pull me to
the carpeted stairs
leading to an empty
room at the top,
my mind already
resisting, the rest
of me up for
anything
anything
everything.

(Poem #5)