Fine
Very fine
Like a worm
Shirt cotton threads pull
And fray
Bare skin
Pale skin finally
Appears through the gasps
Through the holes
I sit down and its on my mind,
I take a deep breath but all i see is red,
Close my eyes and i can feel its edge,
The marks it leaves behind are now scars I try to hide,
The feeling of it across my skin and red begins to drip,
More and more I want to make,
but deepr with each passing,
Breathes I take but tears i wont let fall,
In pain I am and it's hard to just be okay,
So ill just say im fine.
Raised Wine Glass
Cherished continual Love
Kisses to think of
First came attention
Followed by Love Presentation
Romantic distinguished
Name and mine came about
Every heart beating moment
Love in our eyes
Walking hand and hand
Behold, we are still in love
Love in control
Together our threshold
Emotions on action
Still attraction
Loving you more than ever
Our own love island
Secrete and true
Our continuous pursue
Kisses still are wow
Fine wine love never changes
Enchanted exchanges
Now and Forever
Happily Ever After
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wrap'd
with tint'did
sun
taut prize'd sheath
drape'd
with cotton
blue
diaphanous sundress
strip'd
with scantiez
no
with scruplez
no
edvard beginz sculpt'en
hern
*the astute artist knowz;
thuh sculpt beginz 'fore
yuh ever touch thuh medium
<]')
Nothing happens - it’s good news
In the current Belle Epoque
One more day to be cut loose
Lost in walk and talk
Weather murmurs to be fine
Skies of postcard blue
With the white stripes are designed
Only there’s no you
And no me, apparently
Other people come and go
They are curious to see
The habitual summer show
Narrow passages and lanes
Lead them to the shore
Cause tomorrow there’ll be rains
And gale winds, for sure..
A summer bawdy or humorous limerick Poetry Contest
Tania Kitchin
My summer dress is a wee bit too short
I'm drawing aggressive stares of all sort
Men with their catcalls
And their big eyeballs
I thanked my dry cleaner for the distort
The laughter quivers
more than tiny words allow
while the kettle sings
I warm two cups for fresh tea—
pot clad in woolen cosy.
Need raps the door once
I leave my shoes by the door
silence enfolds hands—
my chair faces the landing
waiting till the dusk can speak.
Night keeps its starlight
behind dim, dark, unlit clouds—
until the mist lifts
and drapes open wide to show
want, waiting, help, are outside.
A smile is worth a million nods.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
All is fine, all is the same,
Just playing the good old game,
Running, jumping, tumbling about,
but now I seem to be in doubt—
My head hurts, not sure why,
It has brought a tear to my eye.
Now I'm sitting on the side,
But I really have nothing to hide.
The game ended, the team has gone hence,
But I have been left behind on the bench—
There is a fine line between a friend and a foe,
One careless step – and fractures take their toll.
A fragile thread by unseen tensions spun,
One step too far – and what was whole undone.
So often formed with little strain,
Yet just as fast dissolve in pain.
What once felt easy, light, and strong,
Can turn to silence, cold and wrong.
What blooms in trust may rot without a sound
For trust once cracked is rarely ever found.
For bonds are built through patient art,
With love and kindness at their heart.
Yet when mistakes and tensions crawl,
Those pillars crack — and shadows fall.
Thus guard the line no eyes are trained to see,
For foes are often friends we used to be.
I’d rather not rhyme
perhaps you’ve noticed
i mean, it happens sometimes
but it's something I’m not focused on.
in my opinion
rhyme is corrosive,
distracting, unattractive
and absolutely the grossest
Sure, Shakespeare may have rhymed
but are we sure he wasn’t AI?
I wasn’t at the globe
I wasn’t with him at home.
Were his royal plots fake news?
Maybe his ladies weren’t all shrews,
- did Trinculo actually lick a shoe?
I don’t know, but let’s not crown rhyme
in all our designs, as desirable all the time.
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A song for this:
IDGAF by Dua Lipa [E]
Change My Mind by The Motels
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[E] = Explicit lyrics
I felt like just another and I knew it,
Hated myself but was forced to go through it.
I knew illness and self-disgust were the forces making me do it,
Leaving me with negative feelings and emotions to prove it.
Constantly wondering why I was making myself do it,
Yet here I was, allowing my person to resuscitate but I blew it.
I TAKE A BREATH
I’d be quickly reassured by my thoughts it’s because I’m a monster,
Edibl-y consumed, I’m an imposter.
Forcing my beat and bruised body to no longer halter,
I will continue to give in to life’s disgusting consumptions faulter.
I'm not
remotely thoughtful.
Is this some new me?
Can we always understand our moment?
And so what?
If I ignore that Pineapple cloud,
Is that actually a problem?
Does it require attention and praise?
Maybe this is how I'll move through spring.
Everyone gets to do what they do.
Otherwise, I'm good, good, good.
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A song for this:
Simple Life by Girl Scout
Humans are dots on a map
For system of geolocation
For the total control
And the calculation
Privacy, freedom is lost
Hacking their grouping dynamo
King Iguana Guantanamo
And satellite does the targeting
For politics geo and marketing
Analysis of atmosphere
Their the rich and their fear
Migration's migraine of the states
Many on TV debates
Opinions can be disproved
True argument requires the proof
UDHR lost appeal
Such associations aren't real
The naivete and naive
Messages they do receive
Evacuate all the rats
The intuition of bats
No solace evolving in space
This isn't the prison
It's base
For metaphors literate
Right should they have
Of no being unit strategic
The individual level is sad
Search for your soul you eejit
The dust settles, but I do not—my mind is a frantic broom
sweeping up stray thoughts, ordering them into piles of
—should and must.
This life is a series of ticks on a calendar I did not buy.
I watch myself living it, a ghost in my own quiet machine.
It is an accurate, measured, and exhausting way to be.
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