humor

The Light Within
Deep inside there is a light, Burning bright with hope aglow. Though darkness tries to dim the sight, This little light refuses to let go.
By Saturn3 years ago in Poets
I wonder if the dead...
I wonder if the dead attend their own funerals. . Do they come back just to see who doesn’t cry and who brings the wrong kind
By Saturn3 years ago in Poets
Windows to Her Soul: . Content Warning.
In the realm where beauty lies, A marvel that never dies, Are the windows to the soul, they say, The enchanting gaze in every way.
By Miguel Ramirez3 years ago in Poets
A Dish Best Served Cold
You know how you stepped in some poop And your sneakers got wiped on my stoop? To show how I feel, I made you a meal. Just don't ask me what's in the soup ...
By Sonia Heidi Unruh3 years ago in Poets
Something Stupid
I wanted to write something stupid To remind me of just who I am Not really suggesting I’m stupid But somedays I’ve the IQ of a yam
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Poets
you know who you are.. Content Warning.
damned by another man. you know who you are- who you were. he who was foolish enough to get close... again. a Tower moment.
By ⸘jason alan‽3 years ago in Poets
I Recommend the Salad Option
A bistro is bliss for a squeaker! The smell of cheese soup would so pique her That night after night She'd dash, dip and delight.
By Sonia Heidi Unruh3 years ago in Poets
Drained
Some are willing to give their body Others their mind But few will risk their soul For life has taken its toll On us all
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Why Vocal Will Always Disdain My Work
These are just some tongue-in-cheek observations on how I think Vocal see me, as opposed to my friends and audience. Although I write the odd horror or dark story, it is never depressing, I shed that skin long ago.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
SMOTHERED
Ran towards roof again With liquid tinged at corner of eyes Tired of faking that fucking smile Which of course was authentic
By Riju Chaulagai3 years ago in Poets
That Was It?
It was all in your head A made up dream Of something Of someone That could be You thought they saw you You opened up
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Island of Misfit Toys
Welcome to our Island of Misfit Toys We were once happy little girls and boys With all our wishes and joys But now we’ve grown
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets