Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
March 23, 2026

Poetry

Poems published in Piker Press, a weekly journal of arts and literature.

4,212 articles — page 94 of 141


Coding by Connie S. Tettenborn

Connie S. Tettenborn, PhD, began a career as a scientist in biotechnology and then transitioned to scientific editing and art/poetry. She currently lives in the San Francisco Bay Area.

Shiver by Wayne F. Burke

"...a cold wind, blowing gray scrum of clouds..."

Nameless by Probal Basak

Probal Basak, 31, from India, started his career as a journalist working with Press Trust of India, Business Standard, covering mostly socio-political issues. Currently employed as an officer with Department of Information & Cultural Affairs, Government of West Bengal, he also writes poetry and his recent works have been published in journals like Dissident Voice, News Verse News, Setu.

There Is a Fine Line by John Patrick Robbins

"...My next tour will be fully financed but I never question by who..."

Give Us the Right Stuff by Mark Swarthout

"...Don't tell us we need more and more shiny stuff in our lives..."

What Used To Brew In Her Mind by Ndaba Sibanda

"...Detoxing was up and instructive..."

The Prophet of Sorrows by Ahmad Al-Khatat

"...waiting for the woman with a yellow umbrella, to dance with me..."

Early Morning with Jesus by John Dorroh

"...You won't put more on me than I can handle..."

Breathing Under a Sea of Thirstiness by Ndaba Sibanda

"...they battled with inhaling and exhaling..."

Places Leave Scars by Luis Cuauhtemoc Berriozabal

"...despondent as all hope is slain..."

New Decade -- Day One by Dan Provost

Dan Provost's work deals with the darkness of depression, the certainty of death and the internal loneliness he feels daily. Sprinkle in episodes of adolescence/adult emotional defeats -- the reader will find his attempt to describe the quiet horror in everyday events.

Glory by Frederick Foote

"...astonishing accumulations of wealth and privilege..."

After he lost his soul by Pranab Ghosh

"...And now I stand in the darkness asking everyone passing by..."

The Ballad of a Poor Man's Reward by Hamish McGee

"I have a background in health care and have witnessed the healing power of the written word. My love of English literature, I attribute to my teachers. My interest in epic poetry and creative writing is rooted in my love and admiration of English classical literature. I therefore write in the hope that I might do for others what great writers have done for me."

Sonnet VI by Bernie Pilarski

"...There've been no tragic or dramatic scenes..."

Through My Neighbor's Window by Gary Glauber

"...riding out pain like rodeo upstart..."

Guilt Trip by Ivan Jenson

"...as happiness and sorrow wrestle it out..."

Preteen Anarchist by Brian Rihlmann

"...the others simply saw me as a lunatic..."

Don't Regret You by Ferris E. Jones

"...use those memories wisely..."

Buffet Squirrel by Betsy Mars

"Bright eyed and bushy-tailed, I rise..."

Doublemindedness by Judith Alexander Brice

"...It slithers in, defies and then deceives ..."

We Are Not An Error But The Idioms Of Our Era by Ndaba Sibanda

"...Let us be the proverbs: our lives are short..."

The Oddessy by R.M. Engelhardt

R.M. Engelhardt is an American poet, writer and minister who is the author of several books over the last two decades including Coffee Ass Blues & Other Poems, The Last Cigarette: The Collected Poems of R.M. Engelhardt, The Resurrection Waltz, Dark Lands and others.

Pretence by Gopal Lahiri

"...The silvery moon and dusty night Run dry along the shining pavements..."

a bringer of death by Jack Henry

"...i am not one to walk in a world of profundity..."

The Truth About What Could Have Happened by Charlie Brice

"...On the way to the bridge we pass birches, cedars, aspens, and evergreens..."

Guiding Light by Fabrice Poussin

"...rusty robots under the rains of their dreaded thoughts..."

The King of the Diamonds by Hongri Yuan

"...say goodbye to the night's nightmare..."

3 a.m. Solitaire by Elaine Zentner

"Here it goes again, 3 a.m. solitaire..."

Ahead of Themselves by Ndaba Sibanda

"...They drummed, drank, sang, danced..."