The smell of foul liquor blatantly leaving one’s mouth./ Being called 'sir'/ Gray haired men with their phallus shaped spandex./
By Andie Emerson2 years ago in Poets
What a glorious morning! Magnificent magpie’s golden notes… onto dawn’s pristine canvas spill whilst chattering, purple, Pale-headed Rosellas frolic.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Poets
Get the laptop out Sitdown Get comfortable Position your hands on the keys Try to think of something to write Write a few words,
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Where is four Oh, it is locked in a drawer Waiting to be opened How long will it stay there We will just have to wait and see
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Licking at the facade Worshiping a nameless god Only to realize All efforts will be forgot Break your back all you want
A Bachelor Baking Banana Bread! A typical 21st century scene... (?) He's ready to eat some Banana Bread, Waiting till an hour at 350* it's been.
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
My spark, my light said the little lightning bug, waking at twilight to enter the dark. My spark, my light yawned the little lightning bug,
By Bugsy Watts2 years ago in Poets
"I was waiting to get my bloodwork done and happened to overhear this conversation. I took some liberties with it for poetic flair, but the gist remains intact."
By Rick Henry Christopher 2 years ago in Poets
In Musk's glass fortress, a tale unfolds, Elon, the maestro, the story he molds. Accusing advertisers, a chess move sly, glass walls rise as stones fly.
By Lungisani Ngcobo2 years ago in Poets
I'm over this! I swear, I'm so over it. About five seconds from starting a little fit. It's like everyone is waiting for my combustion, the fall of a curtain.
By J. K. Anderson2 years ago in Poets
I have been on Vocal Media for over four months now. Some of my earlier poems have yet to see much action. So, instead of just listing them and hoping you will read them, I have decided to develop a list of questions that fit your current interests and mood.
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
Emptier than when I started Smoky rooms transporting me to a soulless desolation This journey of avarice only takes advantage of the unending
By Colton McClintock2 years ago in Poets
