humor

I hate.. Content Warning.
I Hate Brain Fog Fruit at the bottom of yogurt, mix that shit up. When someone mixes up my tea and milk ratio. Hello, it's tea, not milk water.
By Erica Jordan3 years ago in Poets
humans
In a tapestry of existence, humans thrive, With passions and dreams that keep us alive. We laugh and we weep, our hearts intertwined,
By Ken Freeck3 years ago in Poets
Can't talk right now , i have a cold
In the realm of sniffles and sneezes, Where tissues reign and fever freezes, A tale unfolds of a weary soul, Bound by the grip of a chilling cold.
By Jeff koli3 years ago in Poets
ABC nonsense.
A lost, forgotten script of beautiful and ghostlike calligraphy lovingly, teasingly displays the public mask made of eccentric but calculated yet artistic
By Jennisea Redfield3 years ago in Poets
Trust in God
In a world of faith, where spirits soar, Where doubts dissolve and fears adore, I find solace in a guiding light, A steadfast trust, in God's embrace bright.
By Franklin 3 years ago in Poets
"Eternal Love's Artistry". Content Warning.
In your pain and tears, I've been there, a faithful friend, Just like a bear named Ted, our bond won't ever end. Since the day we first met, I saw you as dear,
By Miguel Ramirez3 years ago in Poets
The Devil is your Prototypical 'Bad Guy'
The Devil, a rancorous fiend in sight, Is the prototypical villain, wrong and right. Behold its anger, its eyes red with fire,
By 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗 3 years ago in Poets
The Gift of Small Acts: A Journey of Kindness
In a bustling city filled with towering buildings and hurried footsteps, there lived a young woman named Lily. She was a quiet observer, keenly aware of the world around her, and her heart yearned to make a difference. Lily believed in the power of small acts of kindness—a smile, a helping hand, or a listening ear—and she longed to spread compassion wherever she went.
By Sangit KC3 years ago in Poets
The Dreamcatcher's Gift
In a quaint village nestled between the towering mountains and whispering forests, there lived a young girl named Luna. She possessed a unique gift—the ability to see and interact with dreams. Luna's days were filled with wonder and awe as she danced between the realms of consciousness and slumber.
By Sangit KC3 years ago in Poets
Deep(est) Thoughts
It takes a village to raise an idiot. Clothes make the man wonder if he has spent too much money. Self-pity is a drug that you deal to yourself.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Poets
Had A Good Home When I Left
THE LINE WAS SIGNED and I left to follow through follow thru on signed honor to "DO MY BEST" at learning to pretect the rest
By Carmen JimersonCross-Safieddine3 years ago in Poets
My Jamaican Man
In the land of vibrant colors and tropical breezes, There's a man who fills my heart with ease. With the rhythm of reggae flowing through his veins,
By Joan Campbell3 years ago in Poets