Ballad
Pumpkin Space
Note: Satire? KD How I long to be a part of it; That shift in the season; Leaves leaving me wistful and ready For the good days of rain cooling out From the summer’s heavy hand. I can sense in a barista’s smile The need to shift from my old orders. There are always the options: Milk, syrup, potions and sensations Of spice and incurious men. My cup brimmeth under my glare; So much cream and orange magic. I feel like I deserve to try it again Just for this season; just for the mood As I enter a world of that crucial gourd.
By Kendall Defoe 2 months ago in Poets
Should I Depart Early. Top Story - September 2026.
Should I Depart Early, please do not fret For almost a certainty I’m home, tucked in bed Should you search there and find me gone It’s fair to say I rose again And walked along Off to the garden Off a beaten path Follow me Toward the endless sea Should I depart early Seek a quiet place Like a stone So merrily do we roll Unsettled in our grace I likely took time To reflect on these rhymes A simple moment Fleeting, unfamiliar In these vapid times. Should I depart early Think of it not in terror We so often find silence harrowing Instead take heed And mire in its pleasure Should I depart early I might have flown away, But don't be weary We’ll find each other Some other day
By Matthew J. Fromm2 months ago in Poets
V+ Poet
The poems of Marie flow like babbling brooks Soothing to the soul, peaceful and charming Goodness resides in her heartwarming lines, bringing vivid pictures to mind My mother’s namesake, both women full of artistry Marie in the UK deserves to be read and the joy of her poetry spread Do her the favor of having a look I promise you will get hooked. She prompted me with a poem of colors And gave me a song that lools through A blind child’s eyes, and sees all the hues Attached to nature and its views.
By Andrea Corwin 2 months ago in Poets
You Don't Even Exist To Me
You bitch and moan I copy you as if you ever cross my mind you're nothing but a ghost to me an odor left behind You hide behind a damaged soul and blame your inner strife but maybe you're just rotten through You ruin your own life having issues isn't a free pass to hurt people you meet a tragic mask won't hide the trash you throw out in defeat I'd never trade my life for yours I don't wish to take your place you're nothing in my universe empty words without a face
By Sara Wilson2 months ago in Poets
Disco Dancing: Loving Women of the World 🦄💥🎉🎈😀
A Life of Luminous Women 🦄💥🎉🎈😀🦄💥🎉🎈😀🦄💥🎉🎈😀🦄💥🎉🎈😀🦄💥🎉🎈😀 dating a beautiful Jamaican woman, . . . having many bloods within my soul and spirit. . . containing Afro- Caribbean ancestors. . . loving to hear her laughter and smile. .
By SAMURAI SAM: Wild Wayne2 months ago in Poets
