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The Dog Who Wanted To Be A Reindeer
The Dog Who Wanted to Be a Reindeer Beneath the frost of December’s glow, A little dog watched as the cold winds blow. His tail wagged fast, his eyes did gleam,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Who Did It?
No blood on the knife, Not a soul who saw it, No DNA on the body, Who possibly could've done it? They've got their heads all over,
By Caitabout a year ago in Poets
give your heart fire
Give your heart a flame of fire and a beacon And burn all who intend to flee? If the mighty and powerful calls us
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
Changing The Duvet Cover
Introduction Today I changed the duvet cover and was reminded of the accurate meme above. So I thought I would write a villanelle about the trials and tribulations of doing this. I do wonder whether this should be a Humor Community piece or a Poetry piece but it's only two hundred words or so, so that means Poetry with a Humor tag.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Wrapped in Gold, Drenched in Desire
They call me sinful, Wrapped in rich gold as shiny as tinsel, Duel sticks of caramel bars, Covered in decadent chocolate similar to Mars.
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Poets
Create a portrait where I smile while I weep
A Portrait of Tears and Smiles Create a portrait where I smile while I weep, Let sorrow be expressed, but not as a spectacle to keep.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
You’ll never return, I had to say
You’ll never return, I had to say, You went far away, as I searched each day. For centuries, in valleys, I waited for you, You came for a moment, smiled, then I searched anew.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
Snow, Sledding, Snow Snakes, Santa, Serenity
Years ago, when I was just a child. Spending time with cousins was wild. We went sledding on an old car hood. Some of us stood.
By Denise E Lindquistabout a year ago in Poets
The Standalone Oak
The strength it takes to stand alone Is never small in measure Stand sure Stand tall Even alone Drop acorns at your leisure
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
How can I tell you of my pain?
How can I tell you of my pain? It’s not a story, not so plain. Not a word I can simply write, Not a tale to recite tonight.
By Muhammad Waseem about a year ago in Poets
A Farm On Fire
When I am to fall asleep, I tend to feel alone as when I cannot see your face when we are talking on the phone.
By Branden Navedoabout a year ago in Poets
Frost Magic
Dream Books Sanjeevi Frozen verse Touching the tip of the season The moment the snowdrop is scattered, That first night was cold
By Sanjeevi Kandasamyabout a year ago in Poets