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Garlic, Onions, and a Sideways Grin
You taste like garlic bread, even with that little blob of toothpaste still stuck to your sideways grin. But I’d always let you kiss me,
By Cathy holmesabout a year ago in Poets
Tariffs
You say we can’t Trump tariffs then? The bronze one did reply: You’re going to have to pay the price Go on, Canada, try.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Poets
February 1 holiday
This is for Mike’s February unofficial poetry challenge - Another Valentine Perspective - A Mikeydred February Dollar Prompt For All Vocal Creators - link at the bottom.
By Andrea Corwin about a year ago in Poets
Slammed Shut
Why is it that the door to January is always so heavy each day seems to plod along like a worm whom is imitating a wet noodle,
By Ellie Hoovsabout a year ago in Poets
Who Wove It Better?
The web on the left shall be Exhibit A, and the one on the right shall be Exibit B. Exhibit A is the neat and orderly type, goes to bed at a decent hour and gets up early. This rockstar knows the mission, and commits fully- no matter the weather or wind. There ain't nothing' gettin' in the way of this allstar arachnid. It's full- throttle with the symmetry and optical balance over on this side.
By Colleen Waltersabout a year ago in Poets
Mad Jacks Mother Haiku
mad Jacks Mother haiku Mad jack daft int head fed his dogs to his mother she’s barking mad now
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
Monsters
The real monsters are those that hide in the shadows The bean counters and profiteers That leave nothing fallow The ones that fight to destroy everything from the rear
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I Write
I write songs for the broken hearted Those that believe love has departed I write poems for those That no one knows I write tales for those that no longer believe in glory
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
The Forgotten Exam
Running late Can't find class Unfamiliar halls room numbers are out of order and they don't make much sense Everyone is laughing
By Jasmine Aguilarabout a year ago in Poets
Just Give Me Some Space
Yeah I can be clingy But boy you beating me Ain't giving me no space to breathe Just need a little space You all on my ass
By L.I.Eabout a year ago in Poets
Task
I failed the task bestowed on me, but in my defense you set my mind free. You asked for one word to explain what it means:
By Alex Torresabout a year ago in Poets
Tuxedos are Sexy
This is love. She rubs her face against mine. The perfect date. Dressed to impress, a tux is always sexy. She tries to provide for me, she knows I am a lousy hunter. She is spontaneous- creating a dinner date by leaving me food on the porch. This is love.
By Katie L. Oswald (BookDragon)about a year ago in Poets