It's the 2025 Poem-A-Week Challenge! (This is a *poems only* thread.)

[amitheotherone]

Empty Reflection

I guess I lost my voice, ran out of ink
Said too much already, hope just sinks
Kindness not likeness, forgotten blink

Deflection not connection, trust not me
To be free, bob and weave you Ali?
Jeti switch glitch, eyes close still see

Fair depths went, bends bubbles bled
Thee hologram me, lacking shadow shed
Well echo screams, memories fade dead

 

[kreemi_pi]

outside cold rain falls
silence in the dining room
poison killed them all

 

[42BelowsBack]

Solomon Kane, the quintessential gentleman,
dressed in a black slouch hat, riding boots &
nothing else. Once rode his horse into his wife’s
dining room. After a bit of a steeple chase, he
wished he’d eaten take out.

Tall, pale, his erudite wife imbued with gloomy
sombre puritan prowess, was ever true to her
marriage vows. In performing her duties there
never was a quiver in her lips, neither either
either nor neither of them regretted anything.

Not even killing that Thanksgiving Turkey.


NQ 47 of 52 poems.