He Isn’t the Brightest Yet he knows how to cook a roast He isn’t the brightest of the bunch can’t spell mayonnaise without a guess
By Marie381Uk 7 months ago in Poets
The Land I Know Independence day I don’t wear stars or paint my face don’t need a banner to love this place It’s in the soil, the open land
When the midnight oil has waned, and the candles waxed, puddles of sage-scented sandalwood pooled on oaken tableaus,
By Ellie Hoovs7 months ago in Poets
What does the Fourth of July mean to me? Forever giving us the many opportunities to understand the many rudimentary ideas of
By Mark Graham7 months ago in Poets
Destruction Hill Rolling, rolling down a great big hill called destruction, No brakes, no breaks, no hands to catch the slide,
The ice cream melted long before the world froze over We stood behind the flats, elbows touching, watching it drip down like it already knew
It's just spilt milk, isn't it? the Saltine rivers that flow at midnight, across mountains of soft, lonely down, dressed in lilac.
My Heatwave Solutions If I had a swimming pool, I’d live on a floating thingymabob, Eat, sleep, drift, no fuss, no rules,
Looking out on a cold, grey morning, Yesterday the sun was shining, Our lives, like the weather, go up and down, So get your feet firmly planted on the ground.
By Calvin London7 months ago in Poets
If all the world is a stage, I wasn't handed a script, shying from the spotlight, hair tied with ribbons of expectations,
When I open the door and you see me, your tail wags so wildly it looks like you might lift off the bed. You scramble over blankets,
By Annie Edwards 7 months ago in Poets
Skinny Dipping You And Me for the ones who never needed clothes to feel brave Let’s go then, skin to salt, breath to breeze,
