Cute faces, Several pictures saved in a folder, My memories of burning your eggs, Your lean into my shoulder in a theatre,
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
Nothing stays the same. We see this time and time again. If there’s more than one, There can be different one’s in a ton.
By Beautiful Intelligence2 years ago in Poets
Bart always screws up Homer sure wants to kill him Maggie is cutest * Lisa is too brilliant. Marge’s hair is way too tall.
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
O, you magnificent wood pulp wonder, Cleansing and cleaning the unspoken under. Whether roughly rigid or softly supple,
By Mack Devlin2 years ago in Poets
Laces tied years ago remain tightly undone, and zippers released let my ankles wobble but breathe every sleepy morning, when the dog whines at sunrise and
By Emma Kate Gee2 years ago in Poets
Note: This poem was written for the Ode to Ordinary Challenge. The Prompt: Write an ode to an ordinary object. ❀❀❀❀❀ We met in the Winter of your life
By Poppy 2 years ago in Poets
you can't just wait for funny to happen you have to be a part of the process you can't just wait for the funny to be done
By Bren2 years ago in Poets
Oh sweatpants, oh sweatpants, I write this ode to thee in thanks. Though not one to show my neighbours, From your duty you never wavered.
By Dr Jake Hong2 years ago in Poets
A paradox in every hue and tone, Bound by circumstance, A mirror to our nature, A reflection of our time.
By Alexxmarcer2 years ago in Poets
Strophe-Bread and Its Potential A slice of bread in truth transformed, By judicious application of heat, Breakfast has anew been born,
By Natalie Wilkinson2 years ago in Poets
In the cupboard's quiet haven, 'midst the clangor of the home, Lies a vessel oft forgotten, yet it never roams. A sentinel of sustenance, a keeper of delight,
By Abnoan Muniz2 years ago in Poets
You fill a wooden bowl with the memories of coming home after summer school to the smell of flour, sugar, eggs, and chocolate chips.
By Sabrina2 years ago in Poets
