Though not as mighty as the sword, Nor pen, the pencil's sharper. To make a tiny dot it's best When wielded by a drafter.
By Raymond G. Taylor2 years ago in Poets
In the realm of early light, where dreams are still half-baked, There's a ritual I hold dear, a habit I can't forsake. As the sun peeks through the curtains, I rise with glee,
By IK Alile2 years ago in Poets
Thay see ye as juist anither bittie o’ junk or piece o’ clatter * An orniment tae gaither dust ignored an’ mislippen
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨2 years ago in Poets
It seemed to happen with a click of my fingers, When I woke in the morning I was a new me, I’d changed while I’d wiled away my time dreaming,
By Colleen Millsteed 2 years ago in Poets
Oh, my dearest bed. How sweet it is to dive in your embrace after a long, hard, day. Your pillow-top memory-foam or whatever it’s called is perfectly worn to the contours of my aching, tired body.
By Hope Martin2 years ago in Poets
Oh noble sunglasses, guardians of sight, Brave sentinels that fight the daylight, Calm and quiet in your rest, Yet awake, you are the best.
By Abnoan Muniz2 years ago in Poets
Bokononism? New language; genius story... Not just child's play. At peace with his world... * Thank you for reading!
By Kendall Defoe 2 years ago in Poets
There's water here! There's water there! There's running water Everywhere! In my backyard! And in my sink! And in my glass
By M. A. Mehan 2 years ago in Poets
This is our book of blood We wish it was written in love We wish it was written in ink But it’s written in lives lost To the drink
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Oh humble spoon, how oft we overlook thy grace, In silver curves and gentle dip, a soft embrace. In the humdrum of life's ever-hurrying pace,
Ode to coke a cola The spit of your fizz That spatters my lips Stirs an energy, unlike any other The bubbles that rise
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Oh cherished coffee mug, a vessel of delight, With each sip you bring warmth, morning to night. Your sturdy embrace, a comfort to hold,
