Before I reveal my favorite things, I’ll explain why I choose them I fight never-ending battles and I'm always afraid that I’ll lose them
By Lightning Bolt ⚡2 years ago in Poets
I need your help to start my day. Without you, I don't think I am even human. My friends can vouch for how I am without you to get me out of bed.
By Rene Peters2 years ago in Poets
At the fax machine, patrons stare confused. I sit wondering when the questions will begin, amused. Patrons hover silently by my side,
By LJ Pollard 2 years ago in Poets
In the realm of of allergens, pollen and dust, Where breath goes awry and air doesn’t gust, There you stand, my vessel so quaint,
By E.K. Daniels2 years ago in Poets
Dying! I'm dying. Ill. I'm ill. I'm huddled under a blanket, writing more than I have in weeks. Sniffling. Sneezing. Stuffed up. Snorting snot into a tissue. Shuddering. Sinuses sizzling. Squinting through streaming eyes.
By L.C. Schäfer2 years ago in Poets
In the castle knights gathered Tending steeds tired, lathered When a most peculiar sight ‘twas beheld Had triumphant soldiery actually failed?
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
"A letter for tomorrow" (from Pinterest) Hello there, Unknown tomorrow. I'm not sure- If you'll come my way.
By Anna2 years ago in Poets
My dear friend, I do not talk about you Too often, But you are on my mind Everyday, Especially before I sleep And when I wake.
By Katheleen2 years ago in Poets
You have four wheels and like to go. The price to feed you is not so low. Buying fuel is so outrageous. I might have to trade you in for a horse and buggy and call myself Mavis.
By Stephanie Downard2 years ago in Poets
hand painted- wide brimmed- strangely sculpted- pop culture referenced- - whether sheltering my ginger tea- or holding ice cream scoops-
By Jada Ferguson2 years ago in Poets
You’re a thin chap, Out of necessity, As if you had another choice, Portly doesn’t pay in your line of work, There squished between pages 55 and 56,
By Michael Wheat2 years ago in Poets
You may not wear a cape or cowl. and others might see thee as just a towel. You may not fight villains galore, but what you do is so much more.
By ChristopherWrites2 years ago in Poets
