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Carrots in the Typewriter
I spread carrots in the typewriter, Hear them crunch and grind. Grease is my fave salad dressing, A good lubricant for the mind.
By Daniel J. Heck2 years ago in Poets
The Outer Rim
Moving here on a whim Now we’re stuck Sandwiched in the chaos On the outer rim Between the safety of outer outside And the inner darkness that harkens us in
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Starved
Starved of affection Lacking in any direction A reflection I’ve never recognized Bleeding from my inner eye Better to be between a set of thighs
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Postcards... From the Mists of Time
To, Dear Mum, Yes… I arrived safely! A picturesque postcard captured the Spectacularly steep zig-zag street in San Francisco
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Poets
Fairy Garden
In Mother Combs’s youth When she was first traveling the world She came across this dense forest And decided to explore
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
Unicorns Gone Bad
Somewhere over the rainbow blue birds cry Unicorns with their glittered toes sing death's lullabies There's nowhere they can hide from
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Political One
Canadian here: Be Democrat in the streets, Republican? Hmm... Flying high...! * Thank you for reading! If you liked this, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Read in Reverse
If read in reverse This poems the worst But it's OK in the middle If read from the top This poems a flop
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Poets
The Unspoken Conversations: Embracing the Art of Talking to Yourself
As your morning alarm disrupts the tranquility of your sleep, you mutter to yourself, "Why did I set it so early?" While brushing your teeth, the thought crosses your mind, "I need a haircut... unless?" Rushing out the front door, you reach for your keys, only to realize they're not there. Frustration mounts, and you exclaim, "I can't do anything right!"—just in time to notice your neighbor, raising an eyebrow at your seemingly one-sided dialogue.
By Christopher Ezeh2 years ago in Poets
Mikveh
There is a cistern on the roof of the church, and there is a pipe in the wall leading to a small cistern under the stove. There are two witnesses, one a teacher and the other a Jew.
By bishnu prasad2 years ago in Poets
Storms A Brewing
Storm clouds are brewing I can see the hands of fate here in this snow globe
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Sunset’s sneaky sandcastles
Such golden memories of seaside holidays… Aunts, cousins and brothers all visited my marvellous Nana and Pop. No time wastin’… we skipped early to the beach.
By Angie the Archivist 📚🪶2 years ago in Poets