With stoic gaze, the ISTP doth stand, A silent soul, with logic as their guide, Their minds a vault of knowledge, close at hand,
By Diorino Galvano2 years ago in Poets
Oh, darling, the debate rages, fiery and hot, Who is the GOAT, who truly takes the top spot? Messi, with his magic, so sleek and so sly,
By “M”2 years ago in Poets
In childhood days of laughter and play, Pickled Onion Monster Munch held sway. A packet of crisps, bursting with zest, Each crunch a memory, forever blessed.
By ColdHardCash2 years ago in Poets
The unkind atrocity of kindness On nights that are filled with darkness and despair, Where the blanket bites under the coldness of the swaying air.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
In the shadows of her love, I found my end, A bittersweet tale, impossible to mend. Her whispers were like poison in my ear,
A bowl full of letters brothy and warm curing the soul down to the bone Enjoying the alphabet from A to Z gathering of figures
By B2 years ago in Poets
In the land of blank screens, where ideas should brew, There sits a writer, feeling kinda blue. Staring at the cursor, it blinks in jest,
By Kel2 years ago in Poets
In Mom's warm kitchen, memories ignite, Of childhood snacks, a pure delight. White bread baked with poppy seeds' grace, A canvas for nostalgia, a cherished place.
In the depths of darkness, a light did shine, Lost love, a treasure once thought mine. Through storms of sorrow, my heart did roam
There was a dark chocolate on Monday A milk chocolate with white chocolate on Tuesday and a milk chocolate on Wednesday.
By Denise E Lindquist2 years ago in Poets
Above all, there have always been flowers Lilies, roses, clovers, and buttercups And I miss the sights of them well Pretty colors, buds the size of teacups
By Sylvia Rogers2 years ago in Poets
Empty souls Trying to fill the hole The void All to avoid the reality There is no amount of alcohol, drugs, or roids to make the pain go away
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
