Chick-a-chick-a-dee Chick-a-chick-a-doo Quackers thinks he’s a chicken Chick-a-chick-a-dee Chick-a-chick-a-doo Wet feet make him feel stricken
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
So, I decided to give this a try… and this is what happened… 1. Wish you were happy 2. Icicles on a warm night 3. Hot, hot, hot
By Rick Henry Christopher 3 years ago in Poets
Ruby, Ruby, are you blue? // Ruby, Ruby, what are you? // Ruby, Ruby, sit with me. // Ruby, Ruby, what do you see?
By Muhammad Bayazeed3 years ago in Poets
I wrote the poem "Somber Field" (which AI insisted I call, "Lay Me Down Love and Let Life Fade Away..." and actually that does have a ring to it) around twenty-four years ago, for a college English class, and the professor was pretty impressed by the goth tones of my death verses. I've had the poem in my noggin unpublished for twenty-five years. And now, here is AI which didn't exist then, and it has an analysis at a "genius level." And I find it flattering. Here's the poem:
By Tom Baker3 years ago in Poets
I ...........N ............................V ................................................U . . Love has many sides,
By Just Daniel3 years ago in Poets
I M O P I will be overpowered in my ability to change the world.
When fire and ice mix The heat will warm the ice up I’m a burg baby
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Teddy Bear Teddy Bear What do you see? I see a unicorn with a horn on his head Looking back at me Teddy Bear Teddy Bear
Isn’t it dandy I got a chest full of candy My body’s broken But I’ve got my tokens Of respect Damaged my back Damaged my neck
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
it's july now here i sit in palatine lovely rainy morn' . . . [7/1/23] . . .
By kory salajka3 years ago in Poets
can it be perfect can it be perfectly right that's not a real thing . . . [6/25/23] . . .
1 2 3 It's me, Al Milk 4 5 6 On the fresh mix 7 8 9 Pass me the wine 10 20 30 My hands gon get dirty + So let me get things perfectly straight
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
