Nobody’s going to rope me into Ten-Pin Bowling! I’ve celebrated lots of birthdays in my time… been around a while Every single game made me feel like screaming… howling!
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Poets
What up hotdog? What up ham? Address me as burger, don’t you know who I am? Yeah I know who you are witcha beefy loud butt. Aren’t you the sandwich that was made outta cow butt?
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Everyone marvels at your beauty and grandeur How you span the gap with such grace They wonder at your strength That is
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Echoes of a Fading Heart In the quiet sunset, your murmur waits, A dash of warmth currently falling through fingers. Love's delicate melody went to a forlorn murmur,
By Rony Sutradar2 years ago in Poets
U wot m8? U don’t talk proper. I most c'rtainly doth! P'rhaps t is thee. Wot u tryin say? That I talk wrung?
By Elizabeth Butler2 years ago in Poets
This is a total experiment and may be a bit clunky. Could I do a conversation as a villanelle between two cranky characters?
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Everyone knows how much I love my lovely locks, they are my crowning glory Sister, may we please practice the snipping of hair, upon your glorious well pruned head
By Novel Allen2 years ago in Poets
Unwrap soft prism in anticipation Place between teeth and tongue Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen chews And now the flavor’s gone
By Aaron Morrison2 years ago in Poets
Why do you insist upon this meter? I love the way it rolls from my tongue, sir! This “jingle, jangle” scheme appeals to you?
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
Whatever has happened Let it go. Move on. Learn to ignore. Whatever is spoiled Let it take time to get better. It may or may not be right
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
You tell me that you hate them, "There to nobbly," So you say! You hate their lankiness, And tell me they make you clumsy;
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
“I hate this time of night.” “And doesn’t need your criticism.” “So?’ H.T. said “Fair point. Can I ask you something? It’s not your work-related, I swear.”
By Willem Indigo2 years ago in Poets
