Poetry

An ode to mother moon.

May 25 • Ben Olive-Jones

Hairy angels, each and every one.

Apr 19 • Ben Olive-Jones

Yes, we all know you ran 5k.

Jan 24 • Ben Olive-Jones

A novel concept, I know.

Aug 15, 2025 • Ben Olive-Jones

YOU'RE ALRIGHT I GUESS

Imagine being a millenial with actual feelings.

Jul 29, 2025 • Ben Olive-Jones

It's actually about cheese, not the now-defunct media rental store chain.

Feb 4, 2025 • Ben Olive-Jones

I wrote this in November 2024 after Trump's US election win, but everything is so warped now that it has acquired a timeless quality.

Jan 13, 2025 • Ben Olive-Jones

This poem is about anger, and its aftermath.

Oct 17, 2024 • Ben Olive-Jones

A meditation on my environment

Aug 4, 2024 • Ben Olive-Jones

My first attempt at rhyming verse

Feb 23, 2024 • Ben Olive-Jones

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