When is the day? When is the day? The day when a mother or father celebrates! When is the day? When is the day? The day when the present rips open... ice cream and cake!
By K.A. Smith7 months ago in Poets
I’m a stranger in a strange land The fan chugga chugga chugs As it blows away paper thugs The world shrugs As we slink like slugs
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
I don’t remember why, And I sure as hell won’t try, To come up with an excuse for this day. But for some unknown reason,
By Calvin London7 months ago in Poets
On top of your second mile of a stone— Finally! Just about how it feels. At eighteen, you start to see the future— pathfinding a way home.
I can't use em dashes anymore— otherwise I'm AI. No matter that writers have been using em and en dashes since their literal creation—
By Lolly Vieira7 months ago in Poets
How are you?! Oh, I’m good! (If good means numb with a splash of accidental tears.) I’m doing well! (If well means functioning out of spite and caffeine, then yes.)
By Annie Edwards 7 months ago in Poets
I saw your new haircut, it’s... bold, Like a mop that’s been left out in the cold. I smiled and said, “It’s really chic,”
By Liz Burton7 months ago in Poets
Everyone! Please Stay calm and Try to think for once… Everyone Is against us. No one Finds the truth In Lying about
By Kendall Defoe 7 months ago in Poets
this. Why do the linguistic seeds I plant Isn't. flower into blooms of deep thought an. when sometimes, just sometimes
By Paul Stewart7 months ago in Poets
The First Tango in London We entered on a dare signed our names with borrowed pens him in his best clothes, me in a dress too tight to breathe
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
Sea Wash Your Troubles Away Salt on your lips and wind in your face the sea doesn’t care for your pride or your place no questions, no answers, no need to explain
The Happy Clown He wakes before the big top hums, with baggy pants and polished thumbs a whistle bright between his teeth
