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

[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)

 

[SmilingLez]

Literotica Poetry Forum

I see your DM pop up on my screen,
you write: I really liked the poem you posted.
I reread it like it was meant for me,
pretending this is still casual.

You write: I really liked the poem you posted,
I let it sit a minute, then type thanks.
Pretending this is still casual,
the pause saying more than the word.

I let it sit a minute, then type thanks,
you answer with a smile, your words like heat.
The pause saying more than the word,
my body leaning closer to the phone.

You answer with a smile, your words like heat,
I reread it like it was meant for me.
My body leaning closer to the phone,
I see your DM pop up on my screen.


(My second pantoum)

 

[Tzara]

Weather

Even sunny days
no longer cheer me that much,
because age or depression

dim even strong light.
I find no books fit to read
and sleep though I am not tired.

Week 4 : Poem 1 : Total 7

 

[calmlikeabomb]

Week 4, Poem 9

It doesn't take much,
To break a heart,
Glue back the window pane,
But still the cracks remain.

It doesn't take much,
To break a heart,
Affections run cold,
Attraction rots like mould.

It doesn't take much,
To break a heart,
Hell is a quiet bed,
Where all is unsaid.

 

[amitheotherone]

Empty or blind

My empty aching stare
trickles down to my last care
Leaving me relieved finely
sliced thin enough this time
Evaporate memory’s trace
was I here in the first place
Toyed with the mouse to a cat
counting coup a soulful slap.

 

[Angeline]

By the Numbers

Here's a word problem:
I do not want division.
Separating us
to make neat bundles of less
at best yields some leftovers,
which might work with soup,
but life? Less is no bueno.
Give me addition.
Make vital equality
more than the sum of our parts.


Week 4, Poem 1, Total 10

 

[Quarky]

6.

MAGA

You ppl need to deal
with yr issues, srsly.
Your outrage is flaccid.

 

[Wonderer67]

Room 3847

High rises
City hall and a skating rink
Snow cummin

Traffic stops and starts
Like life
An unnatural rhythm
Of vehicular tides
Sunrises and subsets
The opening and closing
Of perennial traffic

I am perched on floor 38
In my apartment compartment
Surrounded by all of this life
Separated
Lonely

An observer
Of this Godzilla movie set
In front of me

Part of it
And

A part from it all

2/52

https://imgur.com/a/obxGXu1

https://imgur.com/a/tgwpKgF

https://imgur.com/a/ds5QxHy

 

[nudeblaqgirl]

I can't top a post like that
Multimedia...in fact
Lackluster lines, that's my fate
Think I'll just go

masturbate​

 

[nudeblaqgirl]

I can't keep the verse inside
Just not something i can hide
My body's reeling with emotion
Till I have a rhyme explosion

Joy or fear or sex or sorrow
Can't contain it till tomorrow
Feelings huge like tea from China
Verbal climax, mind/vagina

Ride tsunamis of sensation
Poetry's my masturbation
Hear my words, poetic song
Gush creamy verse, all night long

 

[VerbalAbuse]

Terrible Day

I have no words to say
I got to pay the taxman today.
Dreaded moment, sorrow and disgust
Oh how I wish they'd wither and turn to dust.

 

[nudeblaqgirl]

Smoke a cigarette
Aftermath of my climax
In my soaking sheets

 

[Tzara]

isolation

the ink is still damp
on the sheet of washi where
she wrote kodoku

but i cannot touch the page
for that would smear her deft script​

Week 4 : Poem 2 : Total 8

 

[woodsman44]

No Apologies

I cannot help how I feel.

I can try to fight it;
My sights set
On righting the wrongs
I myself created, for us,
And thus will always fail.
So I hide it
With a smile
Or without—
Blurring the lines
Between doubt and lies
Surprising to us both
In our own minds
In different worlds
But in the same place
In the same time.

And if I’m good enough
You’ll never notice
And if you do
I’ll lose you.
But don’t worry;
You’re probably better off.

3

 

[Ash999]

My muse is stunned.....
No ideas come to mind
Save one......
Greenland trumps. ... .....all!?!

 

[nudeblaqgirl]

Better watch out, folks in Greenland
We're coming for you, from Bluejeansland
My modest, chill friends
This is the end
Welcome to US Obsceneland

 

[SpermFactory]

Engineering; Dynamic Missionary Position (EDMP).

The female anatomy serves as the initial layer for distributing the slamming weight and dynamic forces of a hardened penis. Load transfer occurs through a system where thighs open cross tied in a messy pretzel, which then ties and unties two sets of moving thighs. This assembly is designed to spread the highly concentrated penis centric load over a much larger area of the underlying ballast, aka bouncy cushion, aka woman aka the bed of crushed petals beneath a man laying track.

[3]

 

[SpermFactory]

EDMP. Discourse 2

In the bedroom industry, the female, also known as a pussy, is a foundational component laid perpendicularly beneath the two parallel arms of a male body. The primary function of the male's arms involves holding the torso upright and maintaining the correct impact connection, a measurement known as pounding. Without this constant spacing, non spacing, the balls of the penis could not safely disengage the rails, leading to instability of the relationship. An effect known as derailing.

[4]

 

[SmilingLez]

@42BelowsBack - my "Wallace Stevens" Stanzaic acrostic prose attempt


She rises with the sound,
a surge of fire within,
thoughts tangled like hair,
everything else fades away.

Eyes closed, the world shifts,
heartbeats sync to the rhythm,
every breath a spark,
a rush that electrifies the air.

Caught in the moment,
time slows to a whisper,
laughter echoes softly,
and all that matters is here.

When it passes, she glows,
a smile lingers like sunlight,
the aftershocks of joy,
filling the space around her.

 

[Ash999]

Minneapolis
Tried to.....
Visit Greenland!?

Then: ....
Perfect Artic Stürm....
Intervened?!?

 

[nudeblaqgirl]

Oh, her long black hair
Knotted tightly in a braid
Wrap it round your hand
Pull back hard and enter her
And then spank her pretty ass

 

[Angeline]

Photograph
(after Ted Berrigan's A Certain Slant of Sunlight )

A mother and two daughters
are lined up by the picket fence
that marks a brick row house
on a street of many such houses

and many families with children
dressed for a holiday,
polished and beribboned,
Mama's vinyl pocketbook,
daughters' shiny shoes

and Papa proudly suited
behind a camera saying Everybody
say Swiss Cheese.

Snap

We'll pile in the Studebaker,
drive downtown. Sister will march
in the parade with the other
4-H Thimblettes. It's Memorial Day
on State Street, almost my birthday.
I'm jealous. I want music and batons
twirling for me. I want all the attention,
but whatever I want

Snap

will crumble like so much erosion.
Sister disappears from the picture,
then Papa. Mama hangs on
as long as she can and I drive
1000 miles in time to say goodbye.

I have no demons. There's just me
and memory enough to keep
through the promised storm.


Week 3, Poem 2, Total 11