humor

Echo
I’m talking to you Telling you things I should be telling myself Lovely things about how great you are That you deserve to be loved
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Chocodiles
I think that there shall never be A snack from any entity ~ That comes within a hundred miles Of tasty Hostess® Chocodiles.
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
Take a Seat
Please, do take a seat. There isn’t a beard to shave? There’s plenty to trim. What business is it of yours? A wall of confused mirrors.
By James Green2 years ago in Poets
Oops. I Looked… 👀
” If we’re ever in a serious situation, do not look over at me.” We all have that one friend….Someone says something unexpected, or we’re singing and somebody sings the wrong lyrics, and we struggle to contain it. And then, oops the lid pops and we’re off- bursting at the seams with hilarity. By now our composure has left the room, completely embarrassed.
By Colleen Walters2 years ago in Poets
Where are They?. Content Warning.
The numbers... The numbers have dropped again. I am losing them! * My exposed heart bled from the keys to the page.
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
Marshmallow Memories
No one notices marshmallows, at least that's what we thought The bag seems always full Unless one might get caught Unlike chewing gum
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)2 years ago in Poets
I Like My Coffee Crisp
The spoiled human brat, is hissing like a cat. But I won't give it back. ---- A favourite snack of childhood that.... who am I kidding? It's still a favourite snack. Coffee Crisp. One of Canada's most popular chocolate bars. And just for fun, here is an old TV commercial for said snack.
By Cathy holmes2 years ago in Poets
The Mischievous Bakery Pixie
It was still early in the morning when I was heading back from the library. Walk through the chilly streets caused me to shiver and tighten my woolen scarf.
By Staringale2 years ago in Poets
Peanut butter toast
It's time to say Goodbye to the dull drums to the endless hours of work to the angry co-workers to the never-ending commutes
By The Invisible Writer2 years ago in Poets
Misty Morn
fir trees hidden in curtains of morning mist, eerie looming outlines moisture melds its magic moulding miniature puddles
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets
Then She Bit Me. Top Story - March 2024.
[Verse 1] well, she shuffled up to me and then she went straight for my neck she looked kinda decayed and so i thought “what the heck”
By Bren2 years ago in Poets
Rush Hour Rhapsody
Steel serpent slithers, dawn's first light in chase, Bleary faces huddle, lost in private space. Suitcase symphony, a rhythmic click-clack beat, coffee steam ascends—a morning's bittersweet.
By bishnu prasad2 years ago in Poets