Let me be your Marlboro man, With a cigarette in his hand, Say you'll come to dinner. We can both fit on my horse I’ll have you for dessert
By Calvin London4 months ago in Poets
Before your voice ever reached my name your eyes had already spoken. A spark leapt across the air and everything around us softened.
By The 9x Fawdi4 months ago in Poets
Who was Will Rogers? W William Penn Adair Rogers (November 4, 1879 – August 15, 1935) I Indian (His mother was 1/4 Cherokee of the Paint Clan in Oklahoma)
By Shirley Belk4 months ago in Poets
Good evening, Alpha Moon, Tonight you shine so bright. … What the hell rhymes with moon? Ugh, I can't do anything right.
By Liam Storm4 months ago in Poets
Read quickly reader. for everything hunts, is hunted. The snakes will swear and I don't want to slow us in our pursuit and retreat, as we are eaten and eat.
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The door creaked back, the silence spoke, A candy grin, a memory choked. Footsteps echo, truth will not hide The mask remembers who has died.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 4 months ago in Poets
A hard-grieving widow Is not lonely for new love She is missing her husband Who is in heaven above She's not on the make
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Did I reap the vegetables? Did I harvest grain? Did I secure it all within? Was it worth the pain? My weather knee is aching, change is on the way,
By Meredith Harmon4 months ago in Poets
What is life without meaning? The imperfect hunt of needing to question why My white stag taunting so dazzling and gleaning
By Matthew Mccahey4 months ago in Poets
There it is, that teensy chirp I’ll find you yet you little twerp! Oh, please excuse me, I just burped. ~ I think a cricket,
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock4 months ago in Poets
Caught in the headlights Tits out in the limelight Ready to wow and forget myself I'm a rockstar I'm everything I'm supposed to be
By Jessica McGlaughlin4 months ago in Poets
Toby sticks to himself It's not because he's shy He is shy But that’s not The reason why Toby sticks to himself? He's a loner
By Sam Spinelli4 months ago in Poets
