humor

Cockerel Quarrel On Even Ground
Two dirty cockerel summoned to bid, One lengthy quarrel for six corn seed. As two to two footed stampede, For two broken beaks to feed on greed.
By Stephen Lightpen2 years ago in Poets
Of All The World's Magical Things
From beyond the hedges Come many magic personages Some fantastic Some mundane All unique In their own veins
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
The Cow That Crashed Dune
A cow jumped over the moon, He landed on the movie set of Dune. He saw Timothy C and his acting platoon. Timothy was wandering through the desert sand followed by a camera, a fantastic zoom.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Poets
Unhappy Romans
Roman soldiers in the cold rain Standing shivering some in pain Arriving here at Hadrians Wall To protect the kingdom
By Shana Drama2 years ago in Poets
Little Weirdos
You money hungry psycho sage, you mindful podcast pup, you beady, poncho-ed healer, with your herb filled silver cup, you weed lit man-bunned stealer, the runt of your blue blood clan, I want to whack you in the head with "How to Spot a Scam". If only we didn't long for dope on this whacko of a planet, we'd be forced to earn an honest dime like in the old days dammit.
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
Symphony of Life: Embracing the Canvas of Existence
In the grand theater of life, we take the stage, Each day a new act, a fresh page. With every breath, we script our tale,
By Kdm Trending News2 years ago in Poets
Grin. Top Story - April 2024.
Your smile is so contagious They might start another lockdown just to be safe. They will definitely make you wear a mask
By TheSpinstress 2 years ago in Poets
Unbreakable
You thought your model was unbreakable But little did you know How much one person can endure in one year Once in a lifetime events
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Oh, Morning!
When morning comes around again I just might shed a tear I want to stay in bed all day And wait for night to near
By angela hepworth2 years ago in Poets
Poetry's
" the journey is full to reach destination where is the place people are becoming back and forth Only then has a path been made somewhere."
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
My Son Cut the Cake Without Wearing a Shirt
It was Yousuf's second birthday, oh so true, Family gathered 'round, excitement grew. Balloons filled the lounge, a festive sight,
By Ainy Abraham2 years ago in Poets
What's Our Hurry?
Love, lust or bitter revenge, empty release between casual friends, Such myriad means to a singular end ~ Or beginning; for the few and the lucky.
By Eva Marie Chastain 2 years ago in Poets