How can nothing be nothing when there is always something? And if there is nothing, there is always one thing. Where something exists,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
An Alien landed in front of me! I offered it food, It stared at me miserably. I took it to the shop, But away it hopped!
A writer likes to write, But it gives me such a fright; Shall I start with this word, Or that word? No! that's just absurd!
Who speaks for the moon When the books are removed Who will whistle our tune Who will tell our tale when our tails are hidden
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I want to be lame with you I want to hold your hand As we walk through the morning dew I want to just sit and do all the nothing
In moonlit realms where stars embrace the night, A tapestry of dreams takes wistful flight. In whispered sighs, the world begins to sway,
By ARTIST2 years ago in Poets
In dusty volumes, secrets lie concealed, A treasure trove of tales from times revealed. With ink and quill, the words of olden days,
My Life Was Once Boring, Dry, And Dull Until I Met Zadar, Mug, And Null They Fell From The Sky Their Ship Could Not Fly
By David E. Perry2 years ago in Poets
I possess a verbose lexicon Or at least this I've been told Scouring endless pages until new terms take hold Senses set alight by the discovery of something new
By Addison M2 years ago in Poets
When I drink The intruders they come out For months and years they mount Bubbling to the surface Sometimes they make me think I’m great
You could threaten to use your finger Aimed at the teller with a stinker And rob a bank with a booger On a finger that will spook her
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
Old Seymour died in winter With the ground as hard as hobs And the men who dig and inter Cursed their wretched jobs Two such in heavy workboots
By Joe Young2 years ago in Poets
