Nothings! Read my legs! Read my book—nothings! Just skin and bones. Nothing like “See Jane Run” or “Beep! Beep!” Nothing…
By K.A. Smith7 months ago in Poets
Gather your kids, baby, pull out that phone It's time for an update. Check your makeup, highlight those cheekbones Your audience awaits.
By Kenny Penn7 months ago in Poets
San Francisco was my favorite place I loved to get a hot drink From the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf Always picking my shiny silver mug
By K.B. Silver 7 months ago in Poets
"Can I buy you a drink?" 🍺 💭 ... if I promise not to tell you what I think... 💭 🍻 💭 ... ... ... 💭 ⚡ 💭 You're out of my league.
By Lightning Bolt ⚡7 months ago in Poets
Woke up before noon, which technically counts as thriving. Coffee's cold, but that's just how I like my hope now— a little bitter, mostly optional.
By Brie Boleyn7 months ago in Poets
So you wanna blow Joe Just go Why kick up a fuss When all you need to do Is hop on a bus Don't be boring Just slip your mooring
By Raymond G. Taylor7 months ago in Poets
I've been meaning to express— admiration doesn't quite cut it I've been deeming it necessary— adoration seems extreme a bit
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Poets
Red-suited devil— don’t hear you. Metal. White-suited devil— don’t hear you. Metal. Blue-suited devil— don’t hear you, too.
Goldie the pup, so fast, so spry, Chasing the red car zooming by! Zooming in circles, paws in a blur, But that shiny ride’s just a teasing spur!
By Staringale7 months ago in Poets
Four o'clock, the pup's awake, Piano dreams I yearn to take. Fingers poised with hope so bright - First note played? Oh dear, not right!
To the nosey neighbors who belittle my lawn For the wild weeds that riddle my lawn: Oh, I beg your pardon, That’s my vegetable garden.
By Test7 months ago in Poets
My— an experience, that will never escape. They’re too young to be assaulting. It's the same scary movie we used to live... right?
