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
What is life without meaning? The imperfect hunt of needing to question why My white stag taunting so dazzling and gleaning
By Matthew Mccahey3 months ago in Poets
There it is, that teensy chirp I’ll find you yet you little twerp! Oh, please excuse me, I just burped. ~ I think a cricket,
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock3 months ago in Poets
Caught in the headlights Tits out in the limelight Ready to wow and forget myself I'm a rockstar I'm everything I'm supposed to be
By Jessica McGlaughlin3 months ago in Poets
Toby sticks to himself It's not because he's shy He is shy But that’s not The reason why Toby sticks to himself? He's a loner
By Sam Spinelli3 months ago in Poets
The cry of the huntress In the full of the night A call to her soldiers To come join in this fight - For the vermin are here
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)3 months ago in Poets
I don’t write poems I am possessed by the them I speak for those that are otherwise silent I speak for the nonviolent I write as witness to those hemmed in on all sides
By Atomic Historian3 months ago in Poets
As I took a first of the fresh coffee's sip, I felt being moved to the heaven's tip. Coffee to me, is nothing less than a superhero,
By Varnika Agarwal3 months ago in Poets
No, I don't think that I could make it I don't have those kind of skills Some days I can't find my own car keys I'm not built to hunt and make the kill
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
