Going back and forth making sure that the lines straight for neatness counts plenty. ________ mowing in a forward and sometimes in a backward fashion
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Poets
So, as requested here is what Fridays are to mean to me. Fantastic timing for we realize that our individual tendencies are about to
He Grew Weed in the Loo There once was a poet who lived down our street His habits were odd and his poems were sweet He cared for his garden, well, sort of, it’s true
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
It starts slowly Your voice softens You speak less Join less Become less And they're fine If you spend a lot less time
By Raine Fielder7 months ago in Poets
If only the brakes stopped the truck, then I could drive it to work. But they do not, and it remains in the parking lot. If only more bolts held the cab to the frame, then the truck would be safer to drive for work.
By Mack D. Ames7 months ago in Poets
I'm always amazed at what my daughters say, has been said to them...here are a few, rearranged a little for the rhyme. Come on, "you can't say that"
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden7 months ago in Poets
Would you like to vanish with the no-named fellow Who keeps following you around without permission Do you wish to recede in low-lit spaces
By Marilyn Glover7 months ago in Poets
Ingredients One lemon Iron and ironing board Thin paintbrush Paper Small bowl Time Around 25 minutes (includes 20 minutes of drying time)
By Everyday Junglist7 months ago in Poets
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you
By Atomic Historian7 months ago in Poets
I said I’d take a break— no more stanzas, no more sighs. But here I am again, rhyming reasons why he lied. My notes app is a graveyard,
By Brie Boleyn7 months ago in Poets
Delicate pads and tiny claws soft as silk rolling around in a dream purring when it wakes up the little monster kitten rascal will cheer up even the grumpiest person when you love it, it will be loyal to you until the end
By Lightness7 months ago in Poets
Buzzwords make me twitch "Resonated… Becoming…" Sacred? Lord, I snap.
By Test7 months ago in Poets
