When I think of you being gone I don’t think of grief and sadness I get a sense of relief and gladness To be free from you
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Your house is where you live It is the place where you store your things Where you eat and sleep But home Home is a state of being
Callie's Limerick There once was a cat from the farm she really meant no harm mostly, she was sweet just wanted to eat
By KJ Aartila2 years ago in Poets
Zoonotically chaotic, a world filled with life Yawning and yelling to tell their stories in this Xenologic experience Whaling at all hours of the day to attract a mate
A student with math on the brain, Found learning it caused quite a strain. The formulas, oh dear, Would often bring tears,
By himanshu Sharma2 years ago in Poets
A teacher named Mr. Wise, Shared knowledge in a way that's nice. With a chalkboard and chalk, And stories that talk,
A hammer A sword in a stone A thrown waiting to be taken To be conquered by the forsaken To be shaken loose But it is you that must choose
A code in a book From a cephalopod god People roving the streets As ravenous dogs Devour the holiest of ours People scour to and fro
Behold!! The Wanderer Traveling the stars Both near and far What does it know It’s just a brain in a jar Come to inspect our world
An ode to longing Why do our expectations often crush our being? Why does the yearning for desires leave us forlorn and unseen?
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
You’re my personal brain worm No matter how much I move Or squirm You stick in there You live in the house under my hair
Each sentence for her is a myriad Of words to prove her theory of Writing prose toward her goal She supposed was birth control
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Poets
