Pompous punks
prostitute peace, publicly...
punishing people...
Plus periodically pushing pills, purposefully...
Piss pour physiques
potentially pinching
possible physics...
Pillaging PhD's professing
popular phrases...
Politics put perfect...
Probable placement...
Pupils popping pimples,
penciling penmanship
praising proctor's positioning...
Personally pitiful
Profits plentifully...
Pimping positive prophecies
passionately pampered
paying prices prematurely...
Perhaps, pressure pops pipes purely...
'Professional plumper's plight'
Paradoxically...
posting powerful poems...
...plus polymath proxy,
progresive paranormal,
put plural, probably!
About the Creator
El Poet
Subscribe, so I can provide something magical while striving to be autobiographical. For the life of me I shall not take a sabbatical. I'll keep writing these apical poems, as longs as it's fashionable to my passionate flow. Let's go!
A CLOSE ENCOUNTER
Stars twinkled brightly in a moonless sky, reflecting in the calm waters of Lake George in the Adirondack mountains of upstate New York. It was a warm August night, as we laid back in the boat, marveling at the magnificent Milky Way. Dark skies made the stars more brilliant at this time of year, especially during a new moon, causing wonder and enchantment. We never tired of stargazing while floating on water, a truly immersive experience.
By Jon H. Davis7 days ago in Fiction
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