I am the last to know but the first to tell, A stuffed animal sitting on the shelf Perpetually out of rotation, yearning for the bed.
By Silver Dauxabout a year ago in Poets
As soon as she heard the crinkling bag She raced to my side, sniffing the air Sitting pretty, her paw touched my leg Sadly, she watched as I took the first bite
By KA Stefana about a year ago in Poets
Click click click fwoomp, Heat blasts hairs from round my knuckles, Sizzling meat will mingle with the blooming honeysuckles,
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
Color and clarity invite my hand. Cool and smooth the reward as it answers the call. The “pop” confirms contents will be far from bland.
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
How about a little challenge fun, a tiny pun, this one is done. Thank you for reading the taste of your grease, you little feast,
By Moe Radosevichabout a year ago in Poets
The quiet feels right, no rush, no race, Chocolate milk coats my throat, a sweet embrace. Home smells like nothing, just calm in the air,
By Diani Alvarengaabout a year ago in Poets
If I were Jonah, then I would have used the whale tongue as a trampoline, it’s not like I would have been seen. If I were Jonah,
By Rowan Finley about a year ago in Poets
i know what he tells my friends, refreshing all the rumors at the mill. i am here for one thing, or three: captivated, infatuated, in a limerence.
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Early morning run Ate pavement, busted my knee Guess runnin’ ain’t free
By The Shattered Poetabout a year ago in Poets
I felt the big bang - it was explosively exhilarating; tasting wild river, of rampant, racing competition,
In Florida, we feel autumn on our skin, because Humidity has less of a chance to win. In Florida, we don't see many leaves change much,
i never knew that half-full, rose-colored glasses could make me feel so blue, so green with envy at the grass and the red brick unbroken home,
