humor

You Drive Me Crazy (And Not Just in Traffic)
I love you, dear, but let’s be real, Your driving tests my heart’s goodwill. You brake too hard, you swerve too wide, Yet somehow say I can’t drive.
By Tale Weaver11 months ago in Poets
If Colors Had Voices. AI-Generated.
Red spoke first— A bold, booming voice, laced with fire and fury. "I am the pulse of passion, the song of war, The first cry of a newborn, the last drop of a martyr."
By Ahmet Kıvanç Demirkıran11 months ago in Poets
For Another Day
Times delay When need to celebrate. I go nostalgic. I go guide! A thread of old soul. Full, I turn on the radio To hear what I grew Up on... vocals. Instruments almost Was eaten... Trumpet's goal, And by black white keys. Pianos like my family, Jazzy and all. But, I'll save them As though they were my own For... another day.
By K.A. Smith11 months ago in Poets
Facing the Sun
Driving into the sun Am I on the run Or just welcoming what I’ve become No longer in my sleep On to a better world One filled with nature and joy
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets
His Wig Blew Off Haiku
His Wig Blew Off Haiku The wind was blowing His wig took flight, off it went Bald man runs for it
By Marie381Uk 11 months ago in Poets
Things You Are Not Allowed in the Baby Taj
(In an alternative reality, where I am a security guard at the Baby Taj.) Right, let's start with the obvious. No explosives, no weapons, no flammable anything; destroying
By TheSpinstress 11 months ago in Poets
You Stole My Heart (And My Hoodie)
I had a hoodie, soft and new, It kept me warm, it smelled like "dude." But then you came with eyes so sly, And now it’s yours—I don’t know why.
By Tale Weaver11 months ago in Poets
Love You More Than Snacks (But It’s Close)
Roses are red, violets are blue, I’d give you my heart—maybe a fry or two. Your smile is sweeter than chocolate cake, But let’s be real, that’s hard to forsake.
By Tale Weaver11 months ago in Poets
Making It in the Storm
mine, A wind-like road, Rode like a storm... Wind churning churning. Love to attach my kite, A kite in a fold. Wouldn't let me No matter learning how To hold. I wish I Wish to stop the storm Making kite out of me. A very, very, very Bold storm, and Enlightening.
By K.A. Smith11 months ago in Poets
The Morning Show
You wake up in the morning And the thing in your head Says, “Come on. The movie’s starting.” So you vacate your bed.
By Marie McGrath11 months ago in Poets
Randomness Extraordinaire
I've been called... a humor whore who loves party lore and the keeper of grudges I'm bad at keeping score I'm patient poor
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden11 months ago in Poets
Back to Caladan
I’m headed back to Caladan My personal Neverland None of this was planned But by the stroke of my hand I’m going to the land I belong
By Atomic Historian11 months ago in Poets