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Static Night
Streetlights buzz like Van Gogh's stars as cars create grey tidal waves along sidewalks and imitate the wind. . At night,
By sleepy drafts3 years ago in Poets
Petrichor
With fertile soil, she's agriculturally divine; almonds, oranges, wine. -- Tragedy transpires from drought-bred forest fires;
By Gina C.3 years ago in Poets
In the ARMS OF LOVE...
In the arms of LOVE... waterfalls of solemn tears... instantly dry up...
By Tiffany Gordon3 years ago in Poets
He was Denim, You're Corduroy
They say you can’t Compare apples And oranges but There’s a reason Green lollies always Taste sweeter than The ones with
By Poppy 3 years ago in Poets
New Hope
Warm and orange glow Worries were set on fire Reduced to ashes ~~~~~ Dandelion wind Ashes floated among them Bones were left behind
By Dharrsheena Raja Segarran3 years ago in Poets
The Elemental Seasons
This is my first of two entries for the Vocal Quadru-Haiku Challenge which you can read about below. I have included "Four Seasons In One Day" by Crowded House to take in the four seasons in these Haiku (that or Haikus is the plural form).
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
Onlyfans Poet
i adjust my web cam as i whore out my words teasingly i slowly reveal a bit of wit and then as i lean forward you can see
By Bren3 years ago in Poets
Winter Rains
Winter rains havoc on melting arctic ice caps. How will my cubs feed?
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Poets
Rough and Tumble Darling
Rough and tumble darling Your little eyes are gleaming with burnt out fury, and a suitcase full of worry. Brush those tangles out of your mind woman and kiss the dirt under your fingernails, it only arrives there through some sort of struggle.
By Erika Edberg3 years ago in Poets
Peaches
I overstuffed my mouth Full of brown sugar Picturing you with glowing orange skin Deep toasted brown, Like toasted jasmine rice,
By Melissa Ingoldsby3 years ago in Poets
Writer's Block is History
Willing restless words to flow, despising some or all. Revealing insecurities I thought I’d conquered long ago. I wrestle with the rhymes; the rhythms rise and fall.
By Holly Pheni3 years ago in Poets
Cookie Dough Cocaine
Take the spoon and lick the shadow of cookie dough cocaine, Let memories fall on your taste buds of a child playing sane.
By Meg3 years ago in Poets