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A Pirate's path to find Love
I don’t miss the overflowing wastebasket brimming with bloody bandaids from finger wounds caused by broken guitar strings.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
Awkward Eye Contact
Making awkward eye contact with two furry rabbits, I instantly felt guilty swallowing my last bite of roasted carrots.
By Kale Sinclair2 years ago in Poets
Kiss No. 1
Stairwell after school. He grabs my jaw and I crash. His tongue's down my throat. - This senryu was written in response to the Snafu Senryu challenge issued by Vocal: "Capture the essence of an awkward moment in a senryu poem."
By Emma Kate Gee2 years ago in Poets
Picture Snooping. Runner-Up in the Snafu Senryu Challenge.
(Instagram stalking)… Oops, I clicked the like button! Status: mortified.
By Annie Edwards 2 years ago in Poets
And 'Tyrant of the Year Award' Goes To...
“Hey Snot-head, WAKE UP!” “Whaaaa…4 am—Lyle, you ASS!!! “Nope. CAT. You’re welcome.” Photo by Pixabay on Pexels Thank you for taking a peek at my entry for the Vocal Snafu Senryu Challenge! You might get a chuckle out of my other entries below:
By The Dani Writer2 years ago in Poets
Grocery Waltz
Supermarket rush. Narrow aisle. Buggies swivel. He laughs, "Shall we dance?" - This senryu was written in response to the Snafu Senryu challenge issued by Vocal: "Capture the essence of an awkward moment in a senryu poem."
By Emma Kate Gee2 years ago in Poets
He Tried
He holds pink flowers. "For you. They match your prom dress." Nope. He's colorblind. - This senryu was written in response to the Snafu Senryu challenge issued by Vocal: "Capture the essence of an awkward moment in a senryu poem."
By Emma Kate Gee2 years ago in Poets
New Phone, Who ‘Dis?
Wrong recipient, Text confessions to my boss. "New phone, who is this?"
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Poets
Name Game
Forgotten name game, Students giggle, cheeks redden, Teacher isn't "Mom".
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Poets
Falling for You
Tripped on first date's feet, Falling for you, quite literally. Off to a great start.
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Poets
Lunch on the Fifth Floor
The lift doors close tight, I drop my sandwich, fate sealed. "Lunch on the fifth floor".
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Poets
Intestinal Symphony
In library's hush, Minds awake but mouths slumber, Stomach growls loudly.
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Poets