It finally seems I’ve reached that point Where everything makes noise Rebellion reigns in every joint And that includes “my boyz”
By Earl W. Pearl2 years ago in Poets
Pen-gu-in, my darling friend, whyfore monochromatic? I do not know, Orang-Utan, why must you be dramatic? It is my nature, I suppose, to use words mellifluous.
By Meredith Harmon2 years ago in Poets
What’s up Josepher? That’s not my name, have you no shame? You don’t like that nickname? Then you lame! Stop with the games. Leave me alone so I can rap.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
In a world of code and digital dreams, An IT employee sits, where data streams. Amidst the hum of servers, they stand, Guardians of a virtual land.
By Allwyn Roman Waghela2 years ago in Poets
Honestly, I get that I was 5 years old like 7 years ago, But how traumatizing can little kids be, They spit their food and talk about cringe things like... um... a cringe baby meerkat,
By Ankitaa Arun💕2 years ago in Poets
A Father's Day Embrace On this unique day of cheer, We commend our fathers, so dear. With astuteness, love, and a directing hand,
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
Slipping in the depths of slumber, a mystic realm unfurls A silent beckoning, with secrets softly swirled A labyrinth of enigmatic shadows and hues
By Solomon Walker2 years ago in Poets
Mirror mirror on the wall Gonna stop you right there, doll Mirror mirror I have a query God your voice makes me so weary
By Sean A.2 years ago in Poets
Good night sweet tender child. You’ve adventured all day long. You’ll get tucked in and soon begin to dream a child’s song.
By Amos Glade2 years ago in Poets
One day— on the summer night… A friend asked me, ‘what is your dream?” I silenced… ‘but I was thinking… Something particular—maybe..
By Meghan LeVaughn 2 years ago in Poets
The muse of poetry in its depths stalls the ensue of thee, Drowning in the sparse spectacle of hope left, one dives into the waters of misery.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Save me a pretzel, will you? I’m dashing off to drop my kid off at daycare, daily hustle, those around me stare. Save me a pretzel, will you?
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
