For Fun

If there was no sadness
If it weren't for sadness, I would have built a racetrack I raced the bird that flew in space I asked him about the state of my country, and the sky was a collapsing river
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
𝕰𝖈𝖚𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖈𝖆𝖑
Introduction This is for The A-Z of Unusual Words (Part E) Challenge By Penny Fuller which you can check out here:
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
POETRY
Profound Feelings with a Heart is 'poetry' Oasis, to my burdensome worries, is 'poetry' Enigma, sometimes epiphany is 'poetry'
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets
O.N.E
Only one option No new negativity Evolve everyday
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Chocolate
Down by Elfreth's Alley Round the corner Round the bend The cobblestones Worn beneath your feet ~
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Poets
Elflock. Top Story - November 2024.
Elflock: a lock of hair, fancifully regarded as having been tangled by the elves My Connection: I have very fine hair that tangles easily. Therefore combing and brushing out matted hair has been a constant routine for me since childhood. I think it would be quite fantastic if those terrible tangles were the work of sneaky mythical creatures. There's something about making the mundane magical that makes me smile, so I hope this poem inspires a grin or two.
By D.K. Shepardabout a year ago in Poets
’Tis Time
Crisp Autumnal hues, Transform before my eyes. Burnt oranges turned frosty, And morning dew coming through. Days are getting shorter,
By Elizabeth Butlerabout a year ago in Poets
Why I Stopped Reading
I read her like a book She wore her thoughts on her sleeve From the way that she looked She had opinions of me Gave a nod and a wink
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
That one 'bee'
Could anything be more annoying? Than a 'BEE' sticking up my nose and enjoying! [My sweet yet worst night] The Serenity of the Winter Nights, the silent hush
By Maryam Batoolabout a year ago in Poets
dark days
I live in the darkness of days waiting As if I will explode at dawn I was sailing in the ships of the sea And I did not know what was wrong with me and what I felt?
By Kisama Riyo about a year ago in Poets
My Dirty Old Cat
My Dirty Old Cat There’s a dirty old cat with a scruffy coat, She smells like a dumpster, and that’s no joke. Her fur is tangled, with bits of grime,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Slow, love, slow
“Not yet, my love, not yet”— but my hands ache to trace the lines where your pulse runs hot, to know the places only the night can find.
By Eva A. Schellingerabout a year ago in Poets