Wicked Waugh, how droll... Dickens read in the jungle; Death, lust and laughter. Laurie Who? And... Would Thomas Sterns have approved?
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Poets
The sun split the spire To put out the fire Tick tock, tick tock The the metronome hummed As he combed the tome They thought he was their man from Rome
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Simple, abundant Orange, redundant They splash and wiggle She starts to giggle Tokens buy fish food For the hungry brood
By Leslie Writes3 years ago in Poets
Here's to the ordinary numbers, beginning with 1 That can add sensibly to all or any Or even the other ones listed as some
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Poets
Oh mansize tissues Even with the inclusive branding They gave you Oh mansize tissues You are still the best, the go-to
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
Drifting off to sleep My mind takes flight like a spacecraft Journey to the unknown .. The beating of the vivid world getting transparent, avenging.
By Alexxmarcer3 years ago in Poets
Though not as mighty as the sword, Nor pen, the pencil's sharper. To make a tiny dot it's best When wielded by a drafter.
By Raymond G. Taylor3 years ago in Poets
In the realm of early light, where dreams are still half-baked, There's a ritual I hold dear, a habit I can't forsake. As the sun peeks through the curtains, I rise with glee,
By IK Alile3 years ago in Poets
Thay see ye as juist anither bittie o’ junk or piece o’ clatter * An orniment tae gaither dust ignored an’ mislippen
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨3 years ago in Poets
It seemed to happen with a click of my fingers, When I woke in the morning I was a new me, I’d changed while I’d wiled away my time dreaming,
By Colleen Millsteed 3 years ago in Poets
Oh, my dearest bed. How sweet it is to dive in your embrace after a long, hard, day. Your pillow-top memory-foam or whatever it’s called is perfectly worn to the contours of my aching, tired body.
By Hope Martin3 years ago in Poets
Oh noble sunglasses, guardians of sight, Brave sentinels that fight the daylight, Calm and quiet in your rest, Yet awake, you are the best.
By Abnoan Muniz3 years ago in Poets
