Free Verse
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
The Season of the Turning Trees
Enter where October has loosened the leaves from the mountain, where the maple reddens in the high wind and the gold of the forest runs downward through the hills, where summer, having spent all its green, leaves the trees burning in its wake.
By Tim Carmichael2 months ago in Poets
I'm going to Hogwarts
I've decided to go to Hogwarts. I don't need a letter, even though I'd like one. - Okay, maybe I do. So, I made one. I've taken inspiration from the idea of Hogwarts and decided to take my hobbies and interests and make them into my version of classes.
By Jen Phillips2 months ago in Poets
