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Lessons from a Kitten’s Failed Pounce
The ball was red, the floor too slick, A wobbled leap—a yarny trick! But tangled paws can’t hide the glee: "Who cares who wins? Just look at me!"
By Staringale8 months ago in Poets
The Day Lou Earned His Pie
This evening, I accompanied Granny Anny from House 9 on a casual walk. She was feeling cooped up inside, so together we went on an evening stroll, accompanied by her dog, Lou.
By Staringale8 months ago in Poets
Double Trouble (Double Hung Windows)
Clearly, it's the invention. Word, evidently "hang!" ... wrong. Does everything revolve around Mars? Why stranded there, long Until someone finally rescues. Curiosity killed the cat? Standings, "We, That, Ours, Mine, Yours." Right here, untangling cords.
By K.A. Smith8 months ago in Poets
I Put Viagra in His Tea
I Put Viagra in His Tea What happened next astonished me I put Viagra in his tea what happened next astonished me the teabag went stiff, with an awful whiff
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Love My Readers
I’m not a bad writer You just a bad reader Very picky at that Everything in life ain't gonna be positive Get to know pain
By L.I.E8 months ago in Poets
I Don't Wanna Be Nice. Content Warning.
Introduction Armed with "Ten Years In An Open Necked Shirt", I have stolen lines from the poems of John Cooper Clarke to weave this masterpiece. The platform has made it clear that I cannot write poetry (in their misinformed opinion), so I am taking the words of a real, recognised poet, The Bard Of Salford.
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 8 months ago in Poets
Allama Iqbal Poem: Shikwa (The Complaint)
Poem: Shikwa (The Complaint) bal Why should I choose the path of loss, or bear the weight of pain? 😔 Why should my heart not yearn for days when faith did reign? 🕋
By Am@n Khan 8 months ago in Poets
Apotropaic
An apotropaic prosaic mosaic Founding member of Melancholics Synonymous Happiness taunts us As our ego haunts us A dauntless existence of seeing all and none at once
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
My two cats Yin and Yang
I have two cats called Yin and Yang I have two cats called Yin and Yang one moves like smoke, one like a sigh they don’t chase light or wear a bell
By Marie381Uk 8 months ago in Poets
Journey-2
A journey without pain Is a journey without growth No reward for the champion No pride in survival If all is trifle How many times can one be made anew
By Atomic Historian8 months ago in Poets
Broke (en)
cigarettes and sipping jack never really were my thing givin' idle threats and talking smack so we remember what you think
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden8 months ago in Poets
Why
They say “don’t ask God why,” but I want to know. You can take it. You are LORD— I check myself because you’re Holy, though.
By Mezmur8 months ago in Poets