Thank you, little toe, for all the little things you do: Like how you warn me, last minute, of the coffee table, making me scream, "BOO HOO, HOO, HOO, HOO!"
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
In twilight's dance, the stars ignite, A symphony of dreams takes flight. Moon's gentle gaze, a silver hue, Unfurls the sky, a canvas new.
By muhammad ilyas haider3 years ago in Poets
M - Mind-altering A - Anxiety-reducing R - Relaxing I - Intoxicating J - Joyful U - Unwinding A - Analgesic N - Numbing
By Alex H Mittelman 3 years ago in Poets
My #2 yellow pencil always with me, graphite at the ready. Bright useful tool in school pencil boxes, erasers often worn.
By Barbara Gode Wiles3 years ago in Poets
In the realm of time's ballet, Nature's dancers take their play, A waltz of seasons, swift and slow, A timeless rhythm, to and fro.
By NAVIN S B.Com.,3 years ago in Poets
In the heat of summer days like these, up to 102 overwhelming degrees (ugh.)... It's you who looks out for, and takes care of me:
By Tressa Rose3 years ago in Poets
Stacked high above the faucet now the dishes, cups, and plates somehow Are teetering again about to fall. My tired eyes start wandering
By Harrison Hickok3 years ago in Poets
Sitting here Looking at your picture Thinking of all we had Remembering how I told you I wanted nothing more than to be a dad
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
READING, HEATWAVES AND HURRICANES I’ll admit he’s not much of a reader. He’d much rather work in the yard.
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
There was a time, that we were parted, I'd leave you on the wall, at home. But these days, you're highly regarded, it's near neglect, to leave you alone.
When I was a sophomore in high school, one of our teachers was totally hooked on poetry. She’d often hand each one of us a piece of paper with one word written on it.
'Tis midnight, and the frantic scribbles Whirl around my brain, I cannot sleep while phrases dribble - Don't wanna rhyme with pain!
By Meredith Harmon3 years ago in Poets
