Can I get my tickets here, And is anything good playing this afternoon? * My friends might bring beer (They told me they’d be here soon).
By Kendall Defoe 5 months ago in Poets
He had an idiot’s face, a rat’s eyes, and a buffalo’s body She had a harlot’s face, a cat’s eyes, and a sow’s belly
By Lightning Bolt ⚡5 months ago in Poets
Beneath the old oak’s fading shade, Children ran, and laughter stayed. Streams would sing with washing hands, Men would play, and hearts would dance.
By Life Hopes5 months ago in Poets
A dim witted, suit fitted, Calvanist mortician Me an embalmed, tag along, severe lack of contrition Fluorescent divine darkness, cubicle coffin, purgatorious condition
By Harrison July Hamlett5 months ago in Poets
The grasshopper lies heavy on a single blade It bends with its weight Swaying in the breeze As the grasshopper rubs its knees
By Atomic Historian5 months ago in Poets
There we were, happily writing on a perfectly normal day scratching our heads and imploring the right words to appear like magic from the gods of thin air
By Antoni De'Leon5 months ago in Poets
Why Am I so hungry ? Maybe it's because I write poems about love, maybe it's because it's September 4th and I love the taste of it all
By Lightness5 months ago in Poets
Beneath the trees I sit, at the place where roads divide. One path calls with promises, another whispers my name in silence.
Scarlett O’Hare lounged against a large tree, appearing picturesque as usual. She scrolled on her iPhone in the shade. “I created a new app called Instadam, where you can post all the random things that… quite frankly, you don’t give a…”
By Rowan Finley 5 months ago in Poets
Did I— the garage door— did I close it? the garage the click the hum the roll down I think so no I didn’t maybe did I? Check
By Sara Little5 months ago in Poets
Often, qualms set up camp on our amygdala and serve as tiebacks for our eyelids – and their preferred hour of operation is the
By Jose Antonio Soto5 months ago in Poets
The Three Kings King one, he was a tight arse, he spent only on what was needed. King two, he was a minimum eater, he was a skinny little bleeder.
By Marie381Uk 5 months ago in Poets
