Take a look I’m hooked on books I like to write poems That flow like rainbows In the drifts Riffs in my mind’s eye Weaving truths with every lie
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
In the realm of shadows, a constant presence stands, Never faltering, a guiding hand. When darkness looms, it brings a smile, A steadfast ally through every trial.
By Ming Xiao2 years ago in Poets
This is from a welcome prompt from Poppy The Poet that you can join in here: I needed a reason to write something positive after my last poem and Poppy gave me that. I think the one I am writing about will see themselves here.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Deciphering the odyssey of the absolved glee, I traced the bounty trail of light that no one could see. Embracing the silence of darkness as the solitude danced in the hours of plight,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Sometimes, My childhood moments can be very sweet, every day after school, and every night after dinner. One of the best moments from my childhood were the snacks and treats.
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 years ago in Poets
Pizza rolls between my toes Gushers exploding as I bite the ends Doritos were really neato But not as fun as a pocket full of Cheetos
Tangy! Tangy My Sweet Emblem, wherever I go Your scent follows me Maybe you’re a sweet Dream Or a beautiful Nightmare?
By Pam Zee2 years ago in Poets
What do Hot Pockets make you think of? Permit me, for a moment, a dip into my own Hot Pocket reflections:
By Gabriel Huizenga2 years ago in Poets
“Never measure your progress using someone else’s ruler” Every one of us is Different and Unique. Every one of us
By Ruth Elizabeth Stiff2 years ago in Poets
“You may be tired and exhausted, but at least you woke up today. Someone else didn’t” This is a good reminder for all of us
Oh Canary So Young and Brave When we came home To the Cage You Welcomed me with open arms And Open Wings A Voice so Splendid
By Thavien Yliaster2 years ago in Poets
Saturday morning hit Hit the school bells, please. I want to split Split the air and hurry home Home where Mama’s prepared lunch
By Lily Séjor2 years ago in Poets
