Poetry

po·et·ry
noun: poetry

literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.

Poetry

po·et·ry
noun: poetry

literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature.

Free Verse

Shopping

Standing upon the ferocious seaAs waves encompass about my knees,I sit and stare at the tragedyOf societies belligerent greed. People …

Micropoem

Smoke

Smoke?No joke; Mix it with coke. Up the noseOr in the lungs,Either way,You’re done. Don’t worryIt’ll suck; Cancer just begun. …

Free Verse

Class Warfare

Class warfare;A political prizeSeated in constitutional disguise. Why? The socialist alibi; Eradication of your private life By any means — …

Clerihew

Gingerbread Man

The Gingerbread man Wants to start a ban. For on every Christmas day They eat him all away.  Gingerbread Man by K. Saitta …

Free Verse

One in the Same

1920 and 2015, Methods were used To cause the extreme.  Violence and terror Reigning the streets free, But not from the people Living among the …

Micropoem

Organized

The “Great Leap Forward,”A famine in disguise;The “Nuremberg Trials”,Bodies lined the skies. A mother and her child,A bullet through the …

Haiku

Moonlight

the thin black line —it holds the light of the moonupon the smooth neck Moonlight by K. Saitta © 2019, …

Monorhyme

Snowflakes Upon a Fir Tree

Twelve past three I finished my teaAnd left for the forest so I could seeA winter’s gift was just waiting …

Tanka

Western Land

Communism does move Through the umbilical cord  — A phenomenon — The soviet womb expands Giving birth in Western land.  Western Land by …

Free Verse

Ole Saint Nick

There once was a man named Ole Saint Nick,Who would fly down your chimney ever so swift. He would whistle …

Free Verse

Man-Made Famines

Famines, An act of G-d, or man-made lies? Peer back in time:  1918 came to mind when we realized  That famines were recipes …

Micropoem

Circle

I.  I’ve been up, and I’ve been down.  II.  I’ve been rich, and leaned out.  III.  I’ve been dead, and yet still breathed.  …

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