When I was young and playful I had a playmate named Crunch My toy dinosaur was ferocious, And I loved him a whole bunch.
By Cindy Calder2 years ago in Poets
There once was a T-Rex named Zap, Who wanted to learn how to rap, But his arms, skin and bone, Held his small microphone,
By Liam Storm2 years ago in Poets
We seemed to find solace in the sun by the lake Going nowhere, just enjoying every moment we could take... ~ Watching for the fish to bob our red and white corks, we waited,
By Shirley Belk2 years ago in Poets
* Green leaves fill the places Where I once could see the lake Near the pier, where I like to lay When the sun is set to bake
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
When dawn breaks amidst the trees And my eyes, mere slits, are not yet open And I hear you bellow your haunting screech I pray and wish for a shotgun
By Siobhan McSweeney2 years ago in Poets
The vice of a pretentiously peaceful abode. Abundance in its beauty, the truth of innocence it holds, Nativetey oozing in every breath of its ounce, the beauty of childhood beholds.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
I have a friend, he’s really neat, With giant claws and stompy feet, He hides behind my bedroom door, His name is Rex, he’s from before.
By Sandra M2 years ago in Poets
The poise of the racket ready to play, Centre court ready for a momentous day. All are having one collective thought, Such a spectacle, this British sport.
By Sarah Fiander Harrison2 years ago in Poets
Dripping sunlight Over the mountain my finger grazes softly. What do you have for me today? I saw that your dawn was a quiet one,
By Rachael Anra2 years ago in Poets
What if dinosaurs still roamed the Earth? Walked along side mankind. The search to create them is located within Michael Crichton's world famous novel.
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹2 years ago in Poets
On this day that’s wet and grey, There really is just one way To cure the blues of winter’s arrival, And that is a comforting film revival!
Watching , observing As the singer floats away lost My camera snaps My hips sway And I see the lawn chairs And try to hide my desire
By Antoinette L Brey2 years ago in Poets
