Limerick
Be the love you so actively seek
The horizon awaits the embellishment of its blending hues, To be dazzled in its beauties, to be unafraid of the unknown mighty blue.
Hridya SharmaPublished about 9 hours ago in PoetsImagination
ROAARRR I yell and I snarl and scream I stomp and I claw and I gnash my teeth My mom's face goes red She says sorry to guests
Mark WheatleyPublished about 22 hours ago in PoetsBig Little Dino
I'm fond of the dinos that lived here before us The fearsome T-Rex, the long brontosaurus My favourite of all Is the mighty but small
Mark WheatleyPublished about 23 hours ago in PoetsA Love Beyond Time
A Love Beyond Time In a little, captivated town settled between moving propensities and a sparkling lake occurred with a young lady named Clara. She had insight into her idea and how her laughing could edify even the most dull of days. Clara worked at the nearby warmed unprecedented kitchen, where the staggering fragrance of really set up bread and cakes twirled around. Dependably, she opened the shop happily, welcoming every client with warmth and rapture.
Rony SutradarPublished a day ago in Poets5/20/24
The view astounds As the word bounds from the top to the ground I find what was said to not be found My soul resonates sound
Atomic HistorianPublished 2 days ago in PoetsForsaking Limericks for Ballads — getting away from the AABBA
That limerick of the week I'm to write Should not be so unique it's alright That it comes later than Every seven days can
Gerard DiLeoPublished 3 days ago in PoetsIf I were stung by a bee
If I were stung by a bee, Would the uncertainty of the writhing bane of living finally subside the menace of who we are deemed to be?
Hridya SharmaPublished 3 days ago in PoetsI am tempted
Oh, just a sec, Looks bright out there: Money's back! The job went well! People are busy, Starting to shop; Loans are out,
Kamal O. TouhamiPublished 5 days ago in PoetsArt
Kings come and go But art speaks to the human soul Art is immortality This poem was inspired by a friend asking the question, “I'm good at art but does that even mean anything at the end of the day?”
Atomic HistorianPublished 5 days ago in PoetsThe Small Triceratops
Once a small triceratops Was gently tending to his crops He’d leeks and grains And green plantains And basil growing tall.
M. A. MehanPublished 5 days ago in PoetsJurassic Punk
Note: I have been experimenting with the poems I have created for this challenge, and I have a conundrum: one limerick and two haikus (what should I submit?). There is very little chance that I will win this one, so I am going to share all three with you here.
Kendall DefoePublished 6 days ago in PoetsIs the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society? The beauty of the strides reckons itself like the clock work's step
Hridya SharmaPublished 8 days ago in Poets