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Bit O' Cackle
The words ring loud: "Double, Double Toil and Trouble" While she stirs a spoon encased in knobby, gnarly knuckles,
By Cindy Calderabout a year ago in Poets
Spooky Acrostics
Happy Halloween! All you sweet little goblins, welcome! Let me show you my candy Let me have a good look at you! Oh, what nice teeth you have! SMILE!
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)about a year ago in Poets
A House and a Phone
The home I want to own... Makes me search All the rooms, All the furnishings. A style, futuristic And greets. And when I reach,
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
Serpent of Flame, Mirrors of Fear
LOOK AT ME! I am as gentle as a bee. A dragon of the haunting night, Without my masterful knight. Icy winds cast chains around all who venture outside,
By Daphsamabout a year ago in Poets
Unicorn Light
One night, when it was shady all around, Suddenly, there was light. I look around to see what I have found, And it is Unicorn Light.
By Adriana Wilder about a year ago in Poets
Growing Up Dana
I needed to write something fun today, so I thought maybe I'd do a second entry for Penny Fuller's "D Word Challenge." In the end, it turned out way too long, so I'm just throwing it out there for fun. Hope you enjoy it!
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
Dilettante. Top Story - November 2024.
Dilettante: a person who cultivates an area of interest without real commitment or knowledge, a dabbler in the fine arts My Connection: I enjoy a visit to an art museum as well as the occasional spectating of performance arts, but I’m definitely not a dedicated student of the finer things in life. I feel like I can appreciate them but I’ll definitely never experience them in the way a committed expert does. Even as a writer I’m definitely more of a simple storyteller than a creator of literature.
By D.K. Shepardabout a year ago in Poets
A Moment in the Shadow of Love
A Moment in the Shadow of Love Calmness fills the place, Eyes wide awake, refusing to embrace sleep, Silent words of affection conveyed by gazes,
By Ali Sadeek Ahmedabout a year ago in Poets
The Creature
Here's a poem I wrote when I was 9 years old. I remember being very self satisfied, proud even. I thought it was definitely better than my first one, although it still had my mother worried. LOL!
By ᔕᗩᗰ ᕼᗩᖇTYabout a year ago in Poets
Wakey, Wakey
Sun pokes me awake Like playful lover or child Need black out curtains
By Kenneth cruzabout a year ago in Poets
Echoes of a Haunted Eve 2024
Through shadows deep and orange glow, October’s breeze begins to blow. Leaves dance in whispers down the street, as moonlight spills where shadows meet.
By Andrew Mileabout a year ago in Poets
The Invitation
Invited over half past eight Important that he not be late. The sauces line the stencilled walls, Heads of garlic hang from doors.
By Kimberley Silverthorneabout a year ago in Poets