For Fun

H.A.L.L.O.W.E.E.N.
Introduction I thought I would try and put together an acrostic plagiaristic poem for Halloween based on books, films and monsters. The concept of plagiaristic poetry is documented in the story in the Addendum.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred about a year ago in Poets
Ebberman
Ebberman - one who fishes under bridges I'm not a fisherman. I've never been fishing although there is something about the stillness and patience of it that attracts me, like metal detecting or searching for a small cowrie shell in a scattering of shale on the seashore.
By Rachel Deemingabout a year ago in Poets
Graveyard Blues
These tattoos on my skin have seeped deep into my bones. If I melted into a skeleton tonight, you could use the ink to carve my name
By Kale Sinclairabout a year ago in Poets
A Glowing Prank
The unknown smiles... laughs. And eyeing skylights, the troll... Opportunity. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts.
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
With Stars Like That, Who Needs TV
Galaxies and stars are not all that entertain The eye in the sky
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
A Halloween Mystery
Three little witches huddled around the cauldron. One hit, her foot. the other stumbled over in sympatric plan. The third giggled while hiccupping from the shire air around her.
By Emily Curry (Rising Phoenix)about a year ago in Poets
Moments In Life
Moments of quiet contentment. Moments with my paint brush in a creative zone. Moments of feeling safe all on my own.
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Poets
The Halloween Dance
The Halloween Dance By Laura Brady DePace The haunted house awaits the night, Its windows curtained with webs of white.
By Laura DePaceabout a year ago in Poets
Secret Keeper
I carefreely whisper in his ear knowing my secrets will be safe With him I never have to fear the gentlest smile, and loving face
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Seventh Clerihew
Börte Üjin Fair of face, sparks for pupils, beauty bred for Borjigin When abductors made their bed barren, Temujin pillaged and plundered until the Merkit flowed down the Selengge River
By Wen Xiaoshengabout a year ago in Poets
Happy Halloween
Hope your candy bites Your wicked pumpkins spawn bats And ghosts haunt your sleep +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Trick or treat...ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...Treat!
By Antoni De'Leonabout a year ago in Poets
carried away
sun sparkles on foam paper bird scores sky, swoops. oops. small child, salt-sprawled, bawls.
By L.C. Schäferabout a year ago in Poets