THE QUILL A crow knocked on my window, And left one feather there, It was as black as midnight, And proud beyond compare.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 8 days ago in Poets
POETRY Poetry moved in on Sunday, Without a bag or key, It climbed inside the cupboard, And ate my bread for tea. It slept beneath my pillow, And snored in perfect rhyme, Then stole the hands from off my clock, To give itself more time.
I have been contemplating how to write this It is a letter to you and on how our friendship started Talking about your past and then it is karoake with the mic stand
By Harydo Neon8 days ago in Poets
My friends Merry Mary, can be quite contrary We love laughing together with Sherry Oops, we don't drink anymore It has been 46 years, and more years for her. She is a bit wary
By Denise E Lindquist8 days ago in Poets
Blue jeans and guitar strings strutting and strumming, bass thumping Zeppelin unexpectedly after the mandolin sang so sweetly
By Harper Lewis 8 days ago in Poets
The Elephant That Could Paint The elephant picked up a paintbrush one day, And nobody knew what he planned to paint, He dipped his long trunk into a pot full of blue, Then painted a picture of the sky he once knew.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 9 days ago in Poets
UNDONE IN MY HEAD A tiny thought came loose last night, And dangled by a thread, I should have left the thing alone, But pulled it from my head.
THE SNAKE, THE AXE AND THE HEART I drew a snake of leaves and twigs, With twisting curves and little sprigs, It curled around with watchful eyes, Beneath the ever changing skies.
I won't say that you have changed. That would be far too simple. I could really mention how you don't explain yourself until an explanation
By Adora Hooper9 days ago in Poets
THE GARDEN WITHIN A crimson rose beside her face, green leaves entwine her hair, she carries secrets in her eyes that only flowers share.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 10 days ago in Poets
I want to be completely chalant hand in your back pocket an open face locket let them think I've "lost it" let them judge me for all the ways I'm loving throwing kindness like confetti they might not be ready but who ever is?
By Ellie Hoovs10 days ago in Poets
Tomorrow Is Too Full Of Yesterdays Tomorrow is too full of yesterdays It blocks the path that helps you get by Tomorrow is too full of yesterdays Too full of you and I
