Puddle Pirates Tiny toes in rubber boots, Stomping puddles, chasing hoots. Suns like coins, they toss and gleam, Sparkling pirates, in a watery dream.
By Sunil Kushwaha2 years ago in Poets
In the realm of opulence, where wealth abounds, Tabia and Eric, in passion, are tightly wound. Secret whispers, sultry and sweet,
By Martina Marriott2 years ago in Poets
A crazy cat, yes that's my pet, Being a psycho and hating the vet. Catching mice and other small things, Dragging them in, this is what my cat brings.
By Silver 2 years ago in Poets
Being sagacious about my anger. Hung it up like a hanger. Feeling alone, turned me into your myrmidon, no choice in the matter on my behalf. Castration like a calf but it wasnt my balls. It was my innocence, purity and all.
By BigPThaGoat2 years ago in Poets
In a comfortable abode area I belong, A anchorage area I feel so strong. It's not aloof walls and a roof above, It's area I acquisition abundance and love.
By Sasi Kala2 years ago in Poets
Remember the fields and the destitute lands Where we’d run free and scrape our knees The mountainous ranges beyond the outlines
By Michael O'Connor2 years ago in Poets
If we share forever Is it just a fraction of today? For today will quickly turn to yesterday, Forever lays ahead untold.
By Madison B. 2 years ago in Poets
First a sip of coffee we seek, porcelain or clay, holds the brew a liquid made to stay, <><>><><><><><><>-------<><><><><><><><><<><><><>
By R0ME02 years ago in Poets
I see you. Oh, how I see you. Making meals, working on yourself, giving back to everyone around you. Watching over us, taking care of us, protecting us.
By Ashley Pacitti2 years ago in Poets
All Black children should know, Althea Gibson was a winner… Bill Russell was a contender Charles Drew was an inventor Dr. King was in the center
By Alexis Dean Jr.2 years ago in Poets
A pair of delicate baby shoes, Bronzed and set askew, a name Chiseled on a nameplate. Down the middle, a baby portrait
By Barb Dukeman2 years ago in Poets
Love always ran thicker than blood. I spent countless nights wishing for the right blood to find me, to make me feel less alone in vast sea of A positives and B negatives.
By Angel Adagio2 years ago in Poets
