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haiku september four. Top Story - October 2023.
this morning quiet i'll enjoy it while i can it's my favorite time . . . [9/17/23] . . .
By kory salajka2 years ago in Poets
Classic me
I’m a strong independent woman Sometimes I forget it Sometimes I loathe it And I wish for a minute That someone else was taking care of me
By Aubrey james2 years ago in Poets
Limerick(s) of the Week, Special Halloween Edition
The witch in the woods had the final say That bitch in the 'hood was making me pay For spurning her advance Instead, looking askance
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Earth's Fate
The Council of Curious was called to collect It had been three star cycles since last time they met This planet was different than any they'd seen
By Mark Wheatley2 years ago in Poets
it’s all been done
there’s actually nothing new under the sun, it’s all already been done. I know your ego hates this shun. It likes to keep you from having actual fun.
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
Blue Haiku
For Poppy's colour writing prompt which you can read about below. Having read a couple of submissions for the color blue, I just couldn't resist.
By Randy Wayne Jellison-Knock2 years ago in Poets
Naptime Chronicles: The Sleepy Adventures of Whiskers
In a cozy corner, on a fluffy mat so round, Lies a kitty named Whiskers, the sleepiest in town, With a yawn and a stretch, he starts his day so slow,
By StoryholicFinds2 years ago in Poets
Molly's Firework Folly: A Night of Dazzling Delights
In a night sky painted black as ink, A girl named Molly, with a mischievous wink, Gazed up at the stars, so shiny and bright,
By StoryholicFinds2 years ago in Poets
More Short Poems
I’m not the only one But sometimes, I’m the lonely one I found my people Not in a church or a steeple But out there, where they care
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Best Job I’ve Ever Had
The best job I’ve ever had Is being a dad I get to see your little smiles I get to listen to you talk for miles I get to see you from the beginning
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Somewhere to Die
I want to find somewhere to die Somewhere to lie down Somewhere to laugh and cry Somewhere For just you and I Somewhere to settle
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
We the People. Content Warning.
Give me your tired, your poor, your sex-starved, your huddled masses yearning to be sexually free, the inhibited who refuse your prudish ashore. Send these, your horny, sex-obsessed to me. I lift my UV lamp beside your slippery door!”
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets