I heard today The universe is an infinite garden of forking paths I sat and thought about that How it sums it all up so well
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
White satin sheets now painted crimson red like a murder scene Our pungent heavy aromatic scent looms hanging in the air, as if we were committing our dead endlessly; again and again
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
I am no man I am a compendium of cryptids I can barely see my watch From all the hair I got from the Squatch Give me a pan
you catch sight of an evergreen minivan pull around the corner. bees and their friends bustle and buzz around in search of the source of the sugar they know is near as you pour a quick splash into a cup.
By Alivia Varvelabout a year ago in Poets
My eyes hear what my ears refuse to taste As my tongue reaches out to touch a hidden place My nose sees the memories that my eyes are blind to
Hey Whatever you think about me It’s true Because that is the version that’s real to you No matter what I say Will dissuade what you think of me
Beneath the dawn, golden light spills like honey, The distant call of a morning bird sings clear, Cool dew clings to skin, a gentle morning kiss,
By Eladeo Mallettabout a year ago in Poets
Time to pay the toll With your fragile soul Life unwinding like a scroll Why do I think in rhyme Sometimes It’s all that comes to mind
Can’t sleep Oh what a fright To be up in the middle of the night Without the slightest tingling A little sensation Of sleepiness
I need to get my act together When I met her It was like pulling a lever My brain was prehacked before we met I didn't know what to do
Oh god I’m trying to be clever What rhymes with September? Denver? All have is intrusive thoughts That I write down and pass off as poems
Oh god, it’s September! I wish I couldn’t remember I’ve been in such a hurry Scurrying here and there It’s that time of year
