Tag: verse

Nigh

If one taught the next, all would be well
We’d all do better, or so I’d assumed
The goose steps into boiling water
Swears it’s winning, surely not doomed

Document spiraling downward trajectory
Greed and hatred and empty pleasures
Hand off to the relay baton of truth
With wisdom, health, all other treasures

Naively, I swore we could live in harmony
But Life assertively called my bluff
The end is nigh for the world, and for love
But it cannot seem to come quickly enough

©2026 Kevin Trent Boswell

This Should Do Well

This poem fits neatly
Inside an Instagram panel

It isn’t deep, although it
Feigns depth and wisdom

It says you’re not an ignorant,
Entitled, hateful little shit

It pretends that you are perfect
Just the way you are

This poem will likely
Be very popular

©2025 Kevin Trent Boswell 

Fire God

If they decide that you’re made of fire,
Pristine, glorious, and bright
Then they will insist that you burn
So that you may offer them light

If they believe that you are perfect,
And with you, they cannot compete,
They’ll make you a god, a dying one
To warm themselves by your heat

If you represent in their minds
Something they could never become,
They will set you ablaze in the night;
To the flames, watch you succumb

©2025 Kevin Trent Boswell 

Goddess

Yes, my dear,
You’re exactly like God

You’re exactly like God
In the following way

You demand to be worshipped,
With no return on investment

And you angrily smite those
Who don’t bow and pray

Yes, my dear,
You’re just like the Divine

You’re like the Divine,
And the way I can tell

Is that I walked away
From it, and from you

And having done so,
I’m no longer in hell

©2025 Kevin Trent Boswell