The Cat Shat in My Shoe The cat shat in my shoe not the corner not the litter tray not the garden like cats are meant to do
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
The Dog Pissed on My Bed The dog pissed on my bed not the floor not the rug not the spot by the door but the bed Right where I lay my head
Little boy alone: I start as a child with books. No shared love with them. * School for achievement? Certificates and good grades.
By Kendall Defoe 6 months ago in Poets
Blue Bells in the Woods Blue bells in the woods don’t sing for the lost they don’t hold hands or promise peace They just ring
Every Summer Has to End eShe laughed in gold, barefoot on the quiet lane, hair a tumble, voice like heat, calling my name again
Wired for Good Music Not what’s trending, not what’s hot not what every chart forgot I want the stuff that sticks like glue
No One but You I don’t cry for you now not like I did at first when she walked in smiling wearing my perfume You held her hand
Buy Cheap, Buy Twice People don’t look, they rush, they grab, they chase the bargain, snatch the tag. But stitching frays,
What a nasty, disgusting little bug this one happens to be. Bothersome bugs that leave excrement, and various other detrimental artifacts laying around places
By Mark Graham6 months ago in Poets
It starts with slow steps not dramatic, not loud. Just the quiet unraveling of threads no one sees. You laugh, and the sound is real enough
By Cadma6 months ago in Poets
Hooves pound soft earth, dust rising like prayers. The sky wide open, not caged by fences or fears. I ride the wind, bareback on dreams, with salt on my lips and sun on my skin.
By Solene Hart6 months ago in Poets
The Diet Club Once a Week Once a week we roll in bold, half ashamed and half cold. Tina swears she’s lost an inch, but still can’t button up her shirt.
