My Dirty Old Cat There’s a dirty old cat with a scruffy coat, She smells like a dumpster, and that’s no joke. Her fur is tangled, with bits of grime,
By Marie381Uk about a year ago in Poets
you tell me i am alive see monkey me see monkey you i listen, i be, i speak different things ask me why i will not live right
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
Looking at the working teacher. Not Off and on. Is Where do you belong? Is You need to be in Your classroom,
By K.A. Smithabout a year ago in Poets
I wrote this while sitting on the toilet boxers and shorts at my ankles Okay so that part was written before sitting on the toilet
By Paul Stewartabout a year ago in Poets
As the sun fibs through my window, light cold to the touch, an unrecognizable morn to a yesterday we thought we could trust.
By Willem Indigoabout a year ago in Poets
Subtleties Subtleties, an invitation from the infinite, that no poison can take root in, dresses me in intimacy and speaks the language
By Melissa Irelandabout a year ago in Poets
I played lots of football, a ligament tore An Afro-American with knee pain galore A white doctor said, “I’ve a product for you”
By Earl W. Pearlabout a year ago in Poets
I write poems that go unread Sometimes because I forget them before they escape my head Other times I write them But hide them instead
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Here come the hard times Here comes the return of the archons The harkening of our death Not the death of people But the death of our nation
When love was dropped and shattered And my poor heart lost to me I returned, bruised and battered To where my home used to be
By Dana Crandellabout a year ago in Poets
The Man In A Camper Van In a camper van, old and worn, Sits a lazy man, with a heart half-torn. Dust on the dashboard, seats stained and frayed,
From Behind The Blinds, I Can See My Neighbor… A Women She’s Single With A Curly Head Baby… I Hope She Doesn’t Have Baby Daddy Drama,
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)about a year ago in Poets
