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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 about 6 hours ago in Poets Thorned Temptations
Shrubs growing higher, thorns covering many treats, from my eager hands.
James GreenPublished about 7 hours 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 about 7 hours ago in PoetsUnsatisfied King
I am the King of the Dinosaurs. An apex predator. A prime specimen— Of evolution’s ability to craft a beast as magnificent as I.
The Elusive...
A dino-dragon-nessie...seal? whose mix matched pieces aren't quite real it may swim or stomp or fly leap off mountains to the sky
Ellen StedfeldPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsDrop 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,
Training
There was a training this week. Wednesday, Thursday and Friday! I couldn't publish anything on my phone or until I got home. So, I wrote the following sitting in the training when others were presenting.
Denise E LindquistPublished about 17 hours ago in PoetsColors - Poem
The color red, Belongs to the dead. To the ones in hell, It is worse than a prison cell. The color yellow Is everyone's fellow.
Shambhavee BhosalePublished about 18 hours ago in PoetsPericles
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 about 19 hours ago in PoetsBarloc
Barloc, the bison bolstered himself through a Canadian front as he shuffled south through Manitoba. No other bison before him endured the sheets of snow and blankets of ice like he did.
Tony MartelloPublished about 19 hours ago in PoetsThe Final Roar
The time of giants, the greatest reign in history, was coming to an end. A beautiful clear cretaceous sky rapidly embraced a seismic rock hailed from space. The impact changed the story of life- forever.
Brianna CovernaliPublished about 20 hours ago in PoetsSunday Spirits
Mary, warm your stone soul Through the glass pours morning light We’re in our prime, and you’re a star You are my drink, my recipe, my cure
Christy MunsonPublished about 22 hours ago in Poets