Everything is Broken - 02/06/2018
by V. Blake
As I write this, I don't actually know if it will post successfully. Let's see.
Sorry to report that the owner of this website has abandoned it. We owe him eternal gratitude for all the work that went into building it in the first place, and for continuing to foot the bill that keeps it online at all. That said: we apologize for the bugs, but there's nothing we can do to fix them.
Keep steady backups of your poetry. And everything else--that's just practical advice for a digital world.
In case you didn't realize, private messaging does not work. Your messages are not reaching their recipients.
The moderators can pick poems of the day. That's about it for our powers.
I am sorry. Site errors will prevent me from making you a member. I promise that we'd have welcomed you to this community if we could.
I guess that's it. Hope you're having a good day.
The Pathetic Book of Poetry - 04/08/2014
by V. Blake
Our very own Jody Pratt was cool enough to put together a book of poetry using submissions from Pathetic members. Read more about it in the forums--you can even just click this link if you're feeling lazy, so no excuses.
Thanks go out to Jody for his efforts and to everyone who submitted their work to make it possible. Go get yourself a copy!
New Server - 08/03/2013
by Gavin M Roy
The site has been moved to a new server which should address the ongoing login issues for the past week or so.
Stop, Collaborate, and Listen Contest Results - 09/20/2011
by V. Blake
Well, the extended contest is over, and we have our results! Congratulations to our winners, and a sincere thanks to all the participants!
Scarecrow by Frankie Sanchez and Steven Kenworthy
Everyone else! (Sorry. The submissions were too few to warrant runner-up selections!)
There wasn't a huge pool of submissions this time around, but all the ones we got were awesome. Thanks again everybody.
Poem of the Day for 04/27/18
by Anita Mac
I still think about
when your eyes stopped looking.
I still wonder
what was that last thing and
how you found it so wanting.
I stopped telling people
that I miss you.
So constant, I'm
It's there though.
Every bite of truly good food.
Every Shema held in my head
like a Meditation
on how I might have loved you.
I hesitate to grant hindsight such romanticism.
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