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Ricky-Ticky Timber the Limber Lumberjack
Once, there was a tall limber lumberjack, named Ricky-Ticky. He had a powerful ax that went wackity wack, wack. You see,
By Rowan Finley 2 years ago in Poets
Nobody
Nobody asks the sun why it rises Or the moon falls Why the bird sings Or the worm crawls So please Stop asking me why I am the way I am
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You-11
For the longest time I walked along my own path But then our paths crossed And I knew I’d never be alone againThank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Gateway
Sometimes I don’t like waking mid-dream Glimpses of other lives Other possible realities They’re why I don’t look in darkened mirrors
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
You-10
I try not to think about it But it’s hard at times like this When I feel like I realize who you are I am the lock And you are the key
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
High Expectations
Goals My lofty goals bark— they yank on their tether. I gasp for more breath, and we run together. - My little goals lounge—
By J. Jay2 years ago in Poets
It's Always Five O'Clock Somewhere. Content Warning.
Introduction This is for a found poem prompt in Voices in Minor (ViM) (Vocal & Mus'd) which you can check out here For this, I decided to use a villanelle.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Thorned Temptations
Shrubs growing higher, thorns covering many treats, from my eager hands.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
Prehistoric Love Stories Are For Wusses. Top Story - June 2024.
As far as spinosaurids go I would say I’m pretty easy on the eyes, though paleontologists call me, "The Irritator”
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Poets
Shadow.
The shadow of the past keeps making me sad. I pray and try a thousand times to bring the bright sunlight of today. But this bright sunlight keeps
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
Drop It Like An Asteroid
The ground is shakin', This groove is quakin', And all of us see another legend in the makin'. ~ Move over, T-Rex, Or you're gonna be next,
By Catsidhe2 years ago in Poets
Pericles
Pericles, the Pitcher Plant is surrounded by glory. His artistic and opportunistic friends sit around a congregation of the sticky and prickly sort. Unshaven, they chill with their lids off-an open door policy-for those insects drawn in by the lure of fermenting liquor from nectar punch leftover from partying the night before.
By Tony Martello2 years ago in Poets