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Ode to a Washing Machine
You sit in the corner, like a Cyclops With your one staring eye, white and clinical. Crusty drips spill from the top left drawer
By Rachel Deeming3 years ago in Poets
If I Had a Penis
I've always wondered what it would be like to be a man to have a penis to call my own would I hang towels from my prick
By Jazzy 3 years ago in Poets
Ode to Headphones
In a world that buzzes, hums, and shouts, Where clamor reigns and noise sprouts, You offer refuge, a serene embrace, Transcending time, transcending space.
By Abnoan Muniz3 years ago in Poets
Poetry Doodles
As I made my way to the county fair I met a young woman with white hair Seeing her beauty made me aware That I had no one to pair
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Ode to the Umbrella
Amidst the sky's tearful refrain, When clouds gather, releasing their pain, There emerges a guardian, both sturdy and true,
By Abnoan Muniz3 years ago in Poets
Ode to a Remote Control
In the quiet realm of evening's hush, Where twilight meets the TV's blush, There lies a tool, oft overlooked, Its power vast, its secrets booked.
By Abnoan Muniz3 years ago in Poets
My Doll Baby's Fierce Glittery Dress Smells Like Poop!. Top Story - August 2023.
I was tagged by the delightful Dana Stewart to participate in James & Oneg's new Tag You're it Challenge. Here are the challenge rules: Tag You’re It! Challenge: "Pick a Vocal community and tag/nominate another writer to write a poem or 100-word micro fic about it BUT you only have 15 minutes to write!"
By Tiffany Gordon3 years ago in Poets
An Ode to my Job
This is an ode to a place called my job. That crazy place that holds my paycheck so I won’t be a slob. This is an ode to my job. Many think to have one is average, but having a job is what keeps you from living savage.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Poets
My Friend
I still dip my french fries in Strawberry milkshake at McDonald's, and give them little hats of pink foam, like we used to.
By S. A. Crawford3 years ago in Poets
An Ode to Odes
Who writes an ode to odes? Who dares to be so bold? Or is it all just a load A pile of… Okay just wrap it up It’s too dumb
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Pantser
HOOONNNEEEYYY!! Where are my pants? I laugh at that line every time And every time I hear the word pantser That’s where my mind goes
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
My Hook
Did I ever say how happy I am, every time I come home, and you greet me? When I’m tired and sleepy after a long day, you always salute me
By Mo Darasi3 years ago in Poets