There once was a dinosaur named Rex, Who travelled through time, what happens next? He opened his eyes to a world so strange, Everything seemed to have gone through a change.
By ColdHardCash2 years ago in Poets
I feel like poets make it sound so easy, But when it comes to writing, my brain becomes mushy. I always struggle to find words that rhyme,
By Shambhavee Bhosale2 years ago in Poets
Friends are just cray cray, aren't they? But without them, you can't survive school either, If you have a friend who's normal,
By Ankitaa Arun💕2 years ago in Poets
She's not always perfect Makes a lot of mistakes Imagines things way out in the galaxies Loses focus when she gets hypnotized
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)2 years ago in Poets
The dinos have been drinking, the mammals are asleep The Triassic has came up in time all through the Tertiary And the Oviraptor's laughing, as the spotlight falls on Ms. Deviled Leg;
By Judah LoVato2 years ago in Poets
At the hairdresser's, to the beat of Pimpology, A striptease on a stripper pole, Too Short's rhythm sets me free. Twerking at the Airbnb, Janet Jackson's "Moist" plays,
By Denelsia Walker2 years ago in Poets
I dreamt often of escaping, New worlds my heart's true aim, To find the quietude of nowhere, Where the stars have learned my name.
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Poets
She was the first queen Legend of the stone age But no one can tell you She’s better than you Because you’re you And how the mighty have fallen
By Christy Munson2 years ago in Poets
We don’t need any music, just the ocean waves, On the moonlit night, our bodies crave, Rhythms that only lovers can create,
In the twilight's shadows, where echoes linger, Stands the Cretaceous Sentinel, fierce and untamed. With deep green scales kissed by hues of flame,
I feel like a dinosaur with my flaky, scaley skin I've seen others like me too, before it's all stretchy and paper thin *
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
i'm slipping, into the future, seconds turn into seasons minutes turn into memories i watch the sand grains fall who will be there to catch me?
By Josh Morgan2 years ago in Poets
