Details |
Ben Walker Poem
POETRY SOUP IS GARBAGE
why did i subscribe to this nonsense?
read the terms and conditions
no foul language, nor innuendos
FFS...can we not be adults?
can we not express our true selves?
No, we gotta cater to the weak minds
the forever-effing-blind
keep pushin' that purity nonsense
so we can all stay in-line
ignore truth, ignore dissent
keep the simpletons happy
bury our burdens with a fake smile
for utmost accessibility
Copyright © Ben Walker | Year Posted 2026
|
Details |
Ben Walker Poem
We are in a new Guilded Age
Sucking the teats of the ultra-rich and powerful
Holding our breath
To ensure we survive
While the elites get their spaceship
The rest of us get cheap makeup
Biding our time
To hopefully survive
Demigods with cattle prods
Keep us all in line
Silence the public voice
So megalomaniacs get enshrined
Battle-bruised hands stretch out
Only to be removed in zip-ties
Your questions will be ignored
answers bathed in our frigid lies
Copyright © Ben Walker | Year Posted 2026
|
Details |
Ben Walker Poem
The Universe corrects itself
Each and every time
What seems to get out of hand
To be too much
Extremities
Always reach a breaking point
And what is dark and bleak
Will eventually see the light
Though it comes in varying forms
It will arrive
No matter how far you have gone
No matter how high you have risen
No matter how deep of hole you dug
No matter how bruised you have gotten
The sun will rise
The moon will set
The storm will cease
The fog will lift
To fix what is broken
And reset what is fixed
All the while
The Universe keeps breathing
--
Copyright © Ben Walker | Year Posted 2026
|
Details |
Ben Walker Poem
Funny
All the hate I get
Posting these words
Expressing my truth
Avoiding self-censorship
Spelling out the harsh realities
Lost in translation, perhaps
Yet you all add to the bruise
I don't get it
probably never will
How acting like a human
Can fuel bitter feuds
So I gotta accept that
My word vomit only resonates
in this self-contained world
Living as the bitter muse
Copyright © Ben Walker | Year Posted 2026
|
Details |
Ben Walker Poem
Another minute passes
Another one is gone
The sun has fully faded
Safe to hide until dawn
An observer of this mess
A passenger on this ride
Backed into the corner
While golden children thrive
When uncertainty invades
Stomach fills with dread
Make amends with myself
Before heartbreak comes again
Self-worth is a fragile egg
As is heart, soul, and mind
Hanging on by a thread
Just trying to stay alive
Copyright © Ben Walker | Year Posted 2026
|
Details |
Ben Walker Poem
Hello
I’m here
Waiting for you
I called off all enemies
Shortlisted my frenemies
So here I am
Waiting for you
Empty handed
With no slogan
A prize for you
I brushed off lilies
Obscured my enemies
Just so I could be here
Waiting for you
Copyright © Ben Walker | Year Posted 2026
|
Details |
Ben Walker Poem
Hello honey
I’m here to tell you
Dad is drunk again
He lost his ‘bout
An hour ago and
by gawd
He’s an animal
In every sense
goddamn
Yet I want to assure you
He is ever so thankful
You got your heart to lend
With your beautiful existence :)
Copyright © Ben Walker | Year Posted 2026
|
Details |
Ben Walker Poem
the wretched burnt-orange sun
beats down on my broken car
as she thumps mindlessly through potholes
with windows down
we gaze at clowns
and the derelicts
and the dirty tricks
as they crawl
across the pavement
the lively beauties walk
amongst jackasses and Gemini's
confused hooligans steal
from random pedestrians
to feed addictions
fulfilling a need, though
they mean you no harm, indeed
despite their transgressions
we're all devoured
by our own deceptions
Copyright © Ben Walker | Year Posted 2026
|
Details |
Ben Walker Poem
are we just training artificial intelligence to destroy us?
make us humans obsolete?
i know
i know
it sounds quite paranoid, and
i'm getting too old, and
i'm part of the problem, but
could this possibly be a change for humanity
of which we simply cannot recover?
in which we will meet our demise?
perhaps we'll get another try
not now, some other time... yet
right now we are in a crisis
struggling to keep our lives afloat
for now we've succumbed to eternal violence
for now we've written our death note
Copyright © Ben Walker | Year Posted 2026
|
Details |
Ben Walker Poem
That pair of ol’ gray leather shoes
Withstanding the tests of time
Mama got me big-life primed
But now I’ll tell you
I got other shoes
That can’t take the mud
These are forever pardoned
Three pairs of Chucks
White, yellow, and purple
No wait, in order of purchase
Yellow.
Purple.
White.
Then there are my
Thick leather adidas
A thrift store find
A f'ing thirteen
So hard to find
Oh my
I’m feeling
Alive tonight
Oh my
Feeling like
Everything’s
Gonna be alright
Copyright © Ben Walker | Year Posted 2026
|