The Cat Who Thinks He Owns The Chair I bought this chair, I paid in full, It swivels, rocks, and screams “old school.” It’s padded nice, it hugs my spine,
By Marie381Uk 6 months ago in Poets
In mournful howls and somber cries, with whistled words and wailing sighs, from leafy tongue 'neath starlight eyes, through willow boughs to livid skies,
By Sean Byers6 months ago in Poets
The morning's catch was shucked then stowed. Woolen clad brutes in rubber boots and slicks, farmers harvesting the green sea's bounty,
In a meadow kissed by morning light, A blossom stands in silent might, Its petals brushed with amethyst hue, Cradling gold in drops of dew.
By Fazal Malik6 months ago in Poets
In morning’s hush, where whispers weave, A blossom stands with threads of eve. Petals painted—fire and gold, A tale of dawn in silence told.
Perched above the winding blue, Where morning paints the world anew, The eagle stands in solemn grace, A monarch with a timeless face.
A halo glows in heaven’s dome, Above the Earth, our fragile home, The sun — a sentinel so bright, Bathes us in its ageless light.
They worshipped him, the 'Light bringer' who chased beams across the sky, golden chariot blazing, the harbinger of warmth.
By Ellie Hoovs6 months ago in Poets
The Boy Who Lost His Shoe He dashed from the house with a comb in his hair One sock on straight, the other mid-air Late for school and halfway fed
The Girl Who Stuck a Sweet Up Her Nose She said it was cherry but we’ll never be sure She jammed it in sideways, a bold little blur
The Pink SkY The sky was pink but felt like grey. A laugh got caught and slipped away. The tea went cold. I drank it still.
The Snake, the Frog and the Fly The snake lay flat in a patch of sun Not moving much, just watching for fun Along came a frog with a curious hop
