Ode

The Rave.
In neon's glow, the city stirs, As night descends, excitement blurs, The beat, a pulse, electrifies, In hearts that yearn to feel alive.
By Sebastian Clarke2 years ago in Poets
Sunday Baskets
He is risen. The gift of redemption completes the basket within the depths of my Easter basket. A big bucket of shells wrapped in a batch. I wouldn’t dare count all my chickens before they hatch.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
The Symphony Of Creation
In the beginning, there was nothing but an infinite void, a canvas waiting for the brushstroke of existence. Within this emptiness, there stirred an essence, a spark yearning to ignite the symphony of creation. This essence, the primordial force, danced in the silence, shaping itself into the very fabric of reality.
By AKINDOYIN AKINTOYESE2 years ago in Poets
The magic and beauty of spring. Content Warning.
In the realm of angst, where shadows abide, I shall speak of spring, a season to confide. For even in nature's grandest display,
By John Biz242 years ago in Poets
Love Language
One language understood by everyone This is the utterance of love_ That grows with the substance of life; It gives off a fragrance of beauty,
By Stephen Lightpen2 years ago in Poets
If You Forget Me
"I want to share something with you. Have you at any point encountered that feeling where the gem moon or the red parts of harvest time gradually movie external the window,
By Bishnu Kumar 2 years ago in Poets
Snickers
May I have your attention? I’d really love to kick a bar. Some slam poetry, an ode to the snickers bar. You can’t keep me from them, so unhand me.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Work Time
It’s all becoming clearer It’s all smoke and mirrors As everything draws nearer We pretend to do the right thing But life’s queerer than it seems
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Wilderness
They think I’m always on the hunt Always on the prowl But usually I’m just sitting here Thinking Pondering in this wilderness I call my brain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Well, shit
I don’t know where to start. Maybe I wanna be yours will break the ice. I know you like honesty. I really don't believe in bullshitting. So I'm just going to get right to the point. Now that we've cleared up how you feel about me, (you like like me). I'm going to one up you; because I love you so.
By AJ2 years ago in Poets
Fruit Roll-Ups
When this tasty snack calls my name I gotta show up. I eat a million and one of them before I start to throw up. That might not happen. Worse case? I just blow up.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Potato Sticks. Top Story - March 2024.
If this snack was a drug I’d have to take a hit. Life just ain’t life for me without a jar of potato sticks. Trust and believe when I get em, I’ve got em’.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets