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
Laces tied years ago remain tightly undone, and zippers released let my ankles wobble but breathe every sleepy morning, when the dog whines at sunrise and
By Emma Kate Gee3 years ago in Poets
Note: This poem was written for the Ode to Ordinary Challenge. The Prompt: Write an ode to an ordinary object. ❀❀❀❀❀ We met in the Winter of your life
By Poppy 3 years ago in Poets
you can't just wait for funny to happen you have to be a part of the process you can't just wait for the funny to be done
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
Oh sweatpants, oh sweatpants, I write this ode to thee in thanks. Though not one to show my neighbours, From your duty you never wavered.
By Dr Jake Hong3 years ago in Poets
A paradox in every hue and tone, Bound by circumstance, A mirror to our nature, A reflection of our time.
By Alexxmarcer3 years ago in Poets
Strophe-Bread and Its Potential A slice of bread in truth transformed, By judicious application of heat, Breakfast has anew been born,
By Natalie Wilkinson3 years ago in Poets
In the cupboard's quiet haven, 'midst the clangor of the home, Lies a vessel oft forgotten, yet it never roams. A sentinel of sustenance, a keeper of delight,
By Abnoan Muniz3 years ago in Poets
You fill a wooden bowl with the memories of coming home after summer school to the smell of flour, sugar, eggs, and chocolate chips.
By Sabrina3 years ago in Poets
Oh, the humble egg, a marvel of creation, In the African and Ghanaian nation. From the bustling markets to the village square, The egg's presence is felt everywhere.
By Bequin3 years ago in Poets
there's a wind and birds otherwise, very quiet which isn't always . . . [7/30/23] . . .
By kory salajka3 years ago in Poets
