somewhere down beneath the surface where the memories wait to be rated and serviced and put securely in place is a wee, tiny creature
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 months ago in Poets
Hello, Moon. Good evening. I know it’s been odd for over thirty years since I see the moon, even if I couldn’t see it well.
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 months ago in Poets
Letters to the Moon Hey, Yeah, you. Moon. I’m talking to you. Have been trying to for a while. What’s it gonna take for a response?
By Poet Dill2 months ago in Poets
Why are your eyes so wide, Staring at me from across the room? - Why does your head tilt to the side, When I take great strides toward you?
By B. M. Valdez3 months ago in Poets
I speak in rhymes and mysteries Because that’s how I think My brain shittles riddles because it titillates my neurons It is how I do my best to get along in this world
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
Let me be your Marlboro man, With a cigarette in his hand, Say you'll come to dinner. We can both fit on my horse I’ll have you for dessert
By Calvin London3 months ago in Poets
Before your voice ever reached my name your eyes had already spoken. A spark leapt across the air and everything around us softened.
By The 9x Fawdi3 months ago in Poets
Who was Will Rogers? W William Penn Adair Rogers (November 4, 1879 – August 15, 1935) I Indian (His mother was 1/4 Cherokee of the Paint Clan in Oklahoma)
By Shirley Belk3 months ago in Poets
Good evening, Alpha Moon, Tonight you shine so bright. … What the hell rhymes with moon? Ugh, I can't do anything right.
By Liam Storm3 months ago in Poets
Read quickly reader. for everything hunts, is hunted. The snakes will swear and I don't want to slow us in our pursuit and retreat, as we are eaten and eat.
By John R. Godwin3 months ago in Poets
The door creaked back, the silence spoke, A candy grin, a memory choked. Footsteps echo, truth will not hide The mask remembers who has died.
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 3 months ago in Poets
Did I reap the vegetables? Did I harvest grain? Did I secure it all within? Was it worth the pain? My weather knee is aching, change is on the way,
By Meredith Harmon3 months ago in Poets
