Ode

Winged a Red Delight
Juicy red delight Sweetness bursts in every bite Strawberry delight With the setting sun my sugar craving peaked. Putting the book aside I headed to the kitchen. Rummaging the fridge I decided to wing it. A box of strawberries, a jar of sugar, a bottle of lemon essence, a pack of gelatin and whipped cream was what I choosed to create this sweet concoction.
By Staringaleabout a year ago in Poets
What Is and What Should Be
What Is and What Should Be In the year of our Lord / AD, twenty, twenty-four The world is changing faster / Then it ever has before.
By Chris Zabout a year ago in Poets
Ode to cake love
Ode to Cake Love Oh cake, oh cake, so sweet and fine My love for you will forever be mine I'll take a slice (or three) with glee My taste buds sing, "This is ecstasy!"
By Emem Iniabout a year ago in Poets
Limerence
You look at me askance As we dance To the limerence in each other’s eyes Sometimes I see what’s on your mind But I promise, there’s no lies
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Tacit Journeys
In the silence of unwhispered dreams, I wander, Seeking solace in the depths of my mind, Where tacit journeys silently meander,
By Solomon Walkerabout a year ago in Poets
The thief of unseen hours
In the shadowed chambers of the mind, there lurks a silent thief, Its fingers slender and unseen, tracing the edges of a future unformed.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
Dearest Life
Dearest Life, As dusk wraps its gentle arms around the day, I sit in the echoing stillness of this room, Eyes drifting over the horizon where my children carve their paths, distant and untroubled.
By Taylor Wardabout a year ago in Poets
A Symphony of Silence
Quiet down, everyone! I am about to take you on a poetic journey. "SILENCE" Softly, it creeps in, like a ninja in slippers, Invading conversations, like a cat in a hat, Lurking in awkward moments, not one for the givers, Enveloping us all—a tranquil diplomat.
By Creavioabout a year ago in Poets
Hero
Get safe. I’ll meet you at the bottom of the stairwell. Last words spoken right before a brave farewell. Everyday the people who serve the land save a life.
By Joe Pattersonabout a year ago in Poets
Life
Life is full of risk But sometimes I really can’t believe some of these people actually exist What is wrong with them
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Place
No one needs to know What goes on Between the hum and the song We’re all searching for a place to belong Even if sometimes it feels wrong
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
9/4/24
Sometimes you have to move on To find what you’re looking for Was it in the cabinet? No. The drawer? Oh well I’ll find another one
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets