Cheesy nachos, Ooey gooey goodness, Chips and dip, Salsa just makes my heart complete. With guacamole and sour cream to cut down the spice
By Chloe Rose Violet 🌹2 years ago in Poets
So versatile I could eat them with mustard Or ketchup or mayo Sometimes, I’d have them with ranch They were good by themselves
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
First snow, first shovel Early morning, not for me Need a snow blower
By Vincent Manta2 years ago in Poets
School would often make me frown But, on Peanut Butter brownie day it would turn upside down. Like Stanley on pretzel day the treat made it easy to bare
By Anjolene Bozeman 2 years ago in Poets
A nostalgia treat to behold. Reminding me of sticky fingers or racing my velvety tongue to catch the oozy of sweet grape jelly.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
Note: This is another of my experiments with the form. Please be brutal with the criticisms and critiques. I am trying to do something here that may take some time. - K.D.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
I'm not the same old me So let's see where things lead And cheers to new beginnings I’m not the same person when I first met you
By L.I.E2 years ago in Poets
Up and down the aisles we race, Through the humble dollar store. On a hunting spree, my siblings I chase, As our shoes slide 'cross the floor.
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Poets
When the lunch bell rang, I would run to her house, just down the street, boots flying, as fast as I could go. Nan would help me off with my coat and shoooosh me into the kitchen. Where the table would be set for me - just so.
By Bonnie Bowerman2 years ago in Poets
I loaded my washing machine, It made me swim; I think that's really mean! I vacuumed my room, But something went POP!
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
My empty stomach growling, I turned on the machine. Whir! With my small cup of kernels, And a patient smile,
By Rebecca Patton2 years ago in Poets
They rolled with freedom The hedge was broken within Zip my tongue, zip it!
By Emos Sibu Poriei (Kaya)2 years ago in Poets
