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“The Phantom Phreaker’s Dance”

“The Phantom Phreaker’s Dance”

A Poem by Bree Orlock


Its about the fall of the modern world to technology
“Coming into the Light”

“Coming into the Light”

A Poem by Bree Orlock


This poem was my coming out story
"The Mound"

"The Mound"

A Poem by Bree Orlock


A bit of descriptive poetry based on observations of the world around me
"Black Roses"

"Black Roses"

A Poem by Bree Orlock


A poem of introspection
"Theater of the Night"

"Theater of the Night"

A Poem by Bree Orlock


A haunted theater
"Arcadia"

"Arcadia"

A Poem by Bree Orlock


A poem inspired by the classical world
"The Fine Line"

"The Fine Line"

A Poem by Bree Orlock


Commentary on Generation X
“The Orange King’s Bird”

“The Orange King’s Bird”

A Poem by Bree Orlock


A poem about America in the here and now
With You

With You

A Poem by JSAECH


the feelings of finding love
We Sputtered.

We Sputtered.

A Poem by Alice Poésy


I mourned you before you were gone.
Untouchable

Untouchable

A Poem by JSAECH


Love from a Distance
Pizza

Pizza

A Poem by JSAECH


Making a pizza
Insatiable

Insatiable

A Poem by Dominik D. Rites


Once a love is lost, it is hard to love again.
Hair As Long As That Of Lady Godiva

Hair As Long As That Of Lady Godiva

A Poem by Ohioman


In this free verse poem, the author steps out of a boring party and spots someone hiding in some bushes.
Drone Strike

Drone Strike

A Poem by William Keeton


Drones swarm through the pieces of a shattered citylike mechanical vultures feasting on a rotting animal corpsestripping off flesh until only bones re..
What is Love

What is Love

A Poem by JSAECH


What is love in the big picture Is it a singular feeling or a mixture Does love really conquer all Or is love really our downfall Is love ..
introduction, kind of.

introduction, kind of.

A Poem by Ally Jackson


I have depression so it’s hard for me to gain motivation to do much. The effort it takes me get out of bed and get ready for the day already..
watching artists paint

watching artists paint

A Poem by Ally Jackson


doesn't it suck that the thing we love the most also gives us the most stress? unfair.