Ophelia D. Knight B.A., M.A.
@ophelia-dreams.bsky.social
Aspiring poet and literary fiction writer. Commentator. Full of laughter, empathy, and tears. HBCU Grad, future Ph.D student.
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From poetry to erotica to witty sarcasm via blog! Welcome to my written world!
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Worshiping Dead Presidents
In finely tailored suits they tell us
that gospel is their truth
words of wisdom become vitriol in the mouths of heretics
Your president is debating & stumbles on their words
they can not seem to remember their script
In finely tailored suits they tell us
that gospel is their truth
words of wisdom become vitriol in the mouths of heretics
Your president is debating & stumbles on their words
they can not seem to remember their script
February 8, 2026 at 12:58 AM
Worshiping Dead Presidents
In finely tailored suits they tell us
that gospel is their truth
words of wisdom become vitriol in the mouths of heretics
Your president is debating & stumbles on their words
they can not seem to remember their script
In finely tailored suits they tell us
that gospel is their truth
words of wisdom become vitriol in the mouths of heretics
Your president is debating & stumbles on their words
they can not seem to remember their script
Soliloquy on BET Primetime
Poverty
propels in me / a kind of desperation
one that makes me count my fingers & toes
search online / for the price of my organs
gnash my tears into malleable dough with
profit in mind
I have traveled by foot
bare and full of temptation
Poverty
propels in me / a kind of desperation
one that makes me count my fingers & toes
search online / for the price of my organs
gnash my tears into malleable dough with
profit in mind
I have traveled by foot
bare and full of temptation
February 8, 2026 at 12:54 AM
Soliloquy on BET Primetime
Poverty
propels in me / a kind of desperation
one that makes me count my fingers & toes
search online / for the price of my organs
gnash my tears into malleable dough with
profit in mind
I have traveled by foot
bare and full of temptation
Poverty
propels in me / a kind of desperation
one that makes me count my fingers & toes
search online / for the price of my organs
gnash my tears into malleable dough with
profit in mind
I have traveled by foot
bare and full of temptation
A Letter to Ophelia
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A Letter to Ophelia (Journal Entry 2/7/2026)
There is not much left of me. And I am afraid. I have always looked into mirrors. Stopping to get a glimpse of every reflective surface that holds images of me on the forefront. I have never been a…
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February 8, 2026 at 12:48 AM
A Letter to Ophelia
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"They have grandmothers that kneel in church pews & call on their singular version of Jehovah..."
January 27, 2026 at 5:09 PM
"They have grandmothers that kneel in church pews & call on their singular version of Jehovah..."
Capitalism can not work without human exploitation. Bodies morphed into ideal versions of tangible commodification for production. Have y'all forgotten?
January 27, 2026 at 5:04 PM
Capitalism can not work without human exploitation. Bodies morphed into ideal versions of tangible commodification for production. Have y'all forgotten?
The juke joint was filled with gyrating bodies covered in sweat and candor; the sound of skin whispering fervent longing sliding against an array of brown skin shimmering in dim lighting.
January 3, 2026 at 11:13 PM
The juke joint was filled with gyrating bodies covered in sweat and candor; the sound of skin whispering fervent longing sliding against an array of brown skin shimmering in dim lighting.
Reposted by Ophelia D. Knight B.A., M.A.
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December 25, 2025 at 3:38 PM
I haven’t been writing, I pretty much decided to give up on the whole “being a writer” dream… but look what I got in my email today?! Omg?? My piece?? Nominated for Best of the Net?? No way?! This has to be a mistake😭😭 MY PIECE??!!
#literature #bestofthenet #poetry #poem #essay
#literature #bestofthenet #poetry #poem #essay
October 2, 2025 at 1:21 PM
I haven’t been writing, I pretty much decided to give up on the whole “being a writer” dream… but look what I got in my email today?! Omg?? My piece?? Nominated for Best of the Net?? No way?! This has to be a mistake😭😭 MY PIECE??!!
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#literature #bestofthenet #poetry #poem #essay
New Game (Don’t Forget to Save)
I did not think I would live this long. And no, this isn't for pessimism's sake. I have been listening to Tis Autumn by Nat King Cole & The Cole Trio for the last 4 hours, fueled by a blunt and blossoming visions of a future I long for. But... in the end, I did not…
I did not think I would live this long. And no, this isn't for pessimism's sake. I have been listening to Tis Autumn by Nat King Cole & The Cole Trio for the last 4 hours, fueled by a blunt and blossoming visions of a future I long for. But... in the end, I did not…
New Game (Don’t Forget to Save)
I did not think I would live this long. And no, this isn't for pessimism's sake. I have been listening to Tis Autumn by Nat King Cole & The Cole Trio for the last 4 hours, fueled by a blunt and blossoming visions of a future I long for. But... in the end, I did not think I would live this long.
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September 28, 2025 at 8:08 AM
New Game (Don’t Forget to Save)
I did not think I would live this long. And no, this isn't for pessimism's sake. I have been listening to Tis Autumn by Nat King Cole & The Cole Trio for the last 4 hours, fueled by a blunt and blossoming visions of a future I long for. But... in the end, I did not…
I did not think I would live this long. And no, this isn't for pessimism's sake. I have been listening to Tis Autumn by Nat King Cole & The Cole Trio for the last 4 hours, fueled by a blunt and blossoming visions of a future I long for. But... in the end, I did not…
To Exist or Not to Exist that is the Godforsaken Question
From time to time I long for death. And no, before anyone who actually reads this fucking blog messages me, I am not suicidal... I mean, I kind of am, but not in the plan making kind of way (been there done that, my body refuses to fucking…
From time to time I long for death. And no, before anyone who actually reads this fucking blog messages me, I am not suicidal... I mean, I kind of am, but not in the plan making kind of way (been there done that, my body refuses to fucking…
To Exist or Not to Exist that is the Godforsaken Question
From time to time I long for death. And no, before anyone who actually reads this fucking blog messages me, I am not suicidal... I mean, I kind of am, but not in the plan making kind of way (been there done that, my body refuses to fucking die). When I was younger, in my teens, I would often step outside of my childhood home and…
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July 20, 2025 at 12:17 PM
To Exist or Not to Exist that is the Godforsaken Question
From time to time I long for death. And no, before anyone who actually reads this fucking blog messages me, I am not suicidal... I mean, I kind of am, but not in the plan making kind of way (been there done that, my body refuses to fucking…
From time to time I long for death. And no, before anyone who actually reads this fucking blog messages me, I am not suicidal... I mean, I kind of am, but not in the plan making kind of way (been there done that, my body refuses to fucking…
Check out my ode to the immigrants who truly make America what it is: redivider.emerson.edu/the-proper-w...
April 4, 2025 at 8:40 AM
Check out my ode to the immigrants who truly make America what it is: redivider.emerson.edu/the-proper-w...
Reposted by Ophelia D. Knight B.A., M.A.
My poem, "ON WATCHING POLITICIANS EAT FLESH & THRIVE" is a part of @Wastelandlitmag mini issue FORM: wastelandlitmag.com/form/
FORM
Now presenting FORM! As a magazine that gets many free verse submissions, we wanted to challenge our poets to play with form and structure in this mini-issue. These seven poets’ work reflects…
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January 23, 2025 at 3:04 AM
My poem, "ON WATCHING POLITICIANS EAT FLESH & THRIVE" is a part of @Wastelandlitmag mini issue FORM: wastelandlitmag.com/form/
Reposted by Ophelia D. Knight B.A., M.A.
Read Poem: Love on High Ground, by Ophelia Knight
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Read Poem: Love on High Ground, by Ophelia Knight
My mama told me that my father used to hold her with fervor/ they would slow dance to Luther and Gerald/ memorize their words like old church sermons/ pecking each other’s lips like the day w…
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January 28, 2025 at 8:23 PM
Read Poem: Love on High Ground, by Ophelia Knight
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Reposted by Ophelia D. Knight B.A., M.A.
#Booksky: If you haven’t already, export your data from Goodreads (an Amazon company) and import it into StoryGraph, a book-tracking app founded and led by a Black woman.
January 27, 2025 at 5:00 AM
#Booksky: If you haven’t already, export your data from Goodreads (an Amazon company) and import it into StoryGraph, a book-tracking app founded and led by a Black woman.
Yearning To Be An Influencer but Boring in Every Capacity
January 23, 2025 at 3:29 AM
Yearning To Be An Influencer but Boring in Every Capacity
For Nina Simone..., "The twisted are buzzing...,"
January 23, 2025 at 3:27 AM
For Nina Simone..., "The twisted are buzzing...,"
I am confused because I have always been chill...
January 23, 2025 at 3:26 AM
I am confused because I have always been chill...
Relationships and lessons...
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When Harry Met Sally (and a bunch of other bull shit)
The first time I watched When Harry Met Sally was 2 years ago. I was seemingly infatuated (I thought it was love but alas, I have learned better, my dear readers!) with a man who treated me like I …
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January 23, 2025 at 3:18 AM
Relationships and lessons...
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All of my published works can be found here!
linktr.ee/OpheliaDKnight
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OpheliaDKnight | Instagram | Linktree
From poetry to erotica to witty sarcasm via blog! Welcome to my written world!
linktr.ee
January 23, 2025 at 3:10 AM
All of my published works can be found here!
linktr.ee/OpheliaDKnight
linktr.ee/OpheliaDKnight
Check out my poem VAMPIRISM IS A METAPHOR FOR HYPERSEXUALITY in Issue #4 @allexistingmag
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Issue 4 | Allexisting
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January 23, 2025 at 3:08 AM
Check out my poem VAMPIRISM IS A METAPHOR FOR HYPERSEXUALITY in Issue #4 @allexistingmag
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Starting off the New Year with 2 poems accepted by @engenderedlit
Have a read: engenderedlitmag.com/opheliaknight
Have a read: engenderedlitmag.com/opheliaknight
Ophelia Knight — en*gendered
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January 23, 2025 at 3:07 AM
Starting off the New Year with 2 poems accepted by @engenderedlit
Have a read: engenderedlitmag.com/opheliaknight
Have a read: engenderedlitmag.com/opheliaknight