why did you lie to me and called me pretty making me to 'actually' accept it, 'Am I really pretty?" . when everyone else
By Riju Chaulagai3 years ago in Poets
This is an Ode to the Pencil. My lucky #2. There's just something so wonderful about a new pencil. You smell so good, like wood, and combined with a sharpener! I grind you down, into a point...A favorite tool!
By Jessie3 years ago in Poets
Of all the things I'll never be, By far, the basest one is thee. So goodbye, Normal, I never knew What all the world could see in you,
By Mark Stone3 years ago in Poets
Oh, porcelain throne, so smooth and sturdy, you make my life so sweet, Without your fine base to set my ass, my dump would rot in the heat.
By Joyce O’Day3 years ago in Poets
Let's walk down memory lane, shall we? A dairy allergy in the '90s was a little risky and utter misery. Pizza parties ice cream parties
By Ava Mack3 years ago in Poets
you turn the sun to grey as my world descends, this realm now a vintage movie coloured by your dark lens . winter’s silence chills my soul
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨3 years ago in Poets
I had plans Now I have nothing But time on my hands Sitting here Staring at these three walls Wishing I could break through the fourth
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
An ode to you, For being there there times when I need to see, am I ok to be out and be? I look a mess, I look a cute,
By Ruby Estelle 3 years ago in Poets
Cute faces, Several pictures saved in a folder, My memories of burning your eggs, Your lean into my shoulder in a theatre,
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Poets
Nothing stays the same. We see this time and time again. If there’s more than one, There can be different one’s in a ton.
By Beautiful Intelligence3 years ago in Poets
Bart always screws up Homer sure wants to kill him Maggie is cutest * Lisa is too brilliant. Marge’s hair is way too tall.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
O, you magnificent wood pulp wonder, Cleansing and cleaning the unspoken under. Whether roughly rigid or softly supple,
By Mack Devlin3 years ago in Poets
