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I try not to think about it But it’s hard at times like this When I feel like I realize who you are I am the lock And you are the key
Atomic HistorianPublished a day ago in PoetsHigh Expectations
Goals My lofty goals bark— they yank on their tether. I gasp for more breath, and we run together. - My little goals lounge—
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It's Always Five O'Clock Somewhere
Introduction This is for a found poem prompt in Voices in Minor (ViM) (Vocal & Mus'd) which you can check out here For this, I decided to use a villanelle.
Mike Singleton - MikeydredPublished 2 days ago in Poets Thorned Temptations
Shrubs growing higher, thorns covering many treats, from my eager hands.
James GreenPublished 2 days ago in PoetsPrehistoric Love Stories Are For Wusses
As far as spinosaurids go I would say I’m pretty easy on the eyes, though paleontologists call me, "The Irritator”
The Dani WriterPublished 2 days ago in PoetsShadow.
The shadow of the past keeps making me sad. I pray and try a thousand times to bring the bright sunlight of today. But this bright sunlight keeps
Drop It Like An Asteroid
The ground is shakin', This groove is quakin', And all of us see another legend in the makin'. ~ Move over, T-Rex, Or you're gonna be next,
Pericles
Pericles, the Pitcher Plant is surrounded by glory. His artistic and opportunistic friends sit around a congregation of the sticky and prickly sort. Unshaven, they chill with their lids off-an open door policy-for those insects drawn in by the lure of fermenting liquor from nectar punch leftover from partying the night before.
Tony MartelloPublished 3 days ago in PoetsThe Exchange
Based on Randy Baker's 'Prompted #5': 'To Be Played At Maximum Volume' - from the back cover of David Bowie's 'Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars':
Kendall DefoePublished 3 days ago in PoetsSo long, and thanks
Those beasts with the suffix of -saurus Have left quite a legacy for us. It seems cavalier, But I offer a cheer Every time I put gas in my Taurus!
Sonia Heidi UnruhPublished 3 days ago in PoetsInto the Wilderness
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one well-tread, With soft a sand surface beneath my feet And the harsh wilderness trimmed to a fringe
Matthew FrommPublished 3 days ago in PoetsI learn something about life at preschool summer camp
I learn something about life at preschool summer camp A poem dedicated to the toddler who bit me on the leg when I worked at a preschool summer camp.