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Hooray! It's Finally Over!
"Hooray! It’s Finally Over!" *************************** Here’s a sign There’s a sign Everywhere There are fucking signs
By Liz Montanoabout 9 hours ago in Poets
I Make The Devil Shiver
* he entered my room like I should be afraid surrounded with gloom and an old sickled blade "I've been waiting for you"
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdena day ago in Poets
Functioning
The hospital discharged me with paperwork, prescriptions, and the expectation that I could somehow resume being a person.
By Syl De'Vil2 days ago in Poets
She wears WET like she owns it
She wears wet like she owns it Tears flow yet she glows Every bit of real, fake is no deal Water to stay cleansed forbidden by those not intrigued within this ink (writing on paper first that is)
By Tanya Gibler3 days ago in Poets
How November Starts
No Trick-or-Treaters So we must eat all of this Halloween candy ***
By Dana Crandell3 days ago in Poets
Animal Haikus
My final entry for today: a small collection of haikus to cover off some previously unmentioned endangered species. If you have enjoyed any of these silly poems, please do me a huge favour by checking out my latest competition entry: Dinner, 4AM . Thank you.
By Tim Varney4 days ago in Poets
Sunda Pangolin
The bell that told all the kids to go play at break times and lunchtimes or end of the day would fill me with fear, I would feel all put out while the other kids happily scuttled away.
By Tim Varney4 days ago in Poets
African Jungle Elephant
I guess it started when I was younger. Something about being the middle child of the herd, I suppose,
By Tim Varney4 days ago in Poets
infernal wings
when i leave his heart behind there will be ashes where i stood embers glow, still amber like the fiery mood quiet scars still burning in the dark
By ⸘jason alan‽4 days ago in Poets
Three-toed Sloth
In the jungle of gently drooping vines, where sunlight drips in lazy lines, lives Gary, the sloth: a serene little sage, who takes roughly three hours to turn a single page;
By Tim Varney5 days ago in Poets
Polar Bear
I. There’s a polar bear living in my freezer, and while he seems like a reasonable geezer, Quite how he got in - though he’s terribly thin - remains a baffling brain-teaser.
By Tim Varney5 days ago in Poets
Sunda Tiger
Tyger, Tyger, burning bright Through all hours of the night I don’t wish to be that guy, But it’s 4 am, you realise? And in what distant deeps or skies Could you think it be civilised To be blasting Skrillex and Deadmau5 While living in a terraced house?
By Tim Varney5 days ago in Poets