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Instructions for Disappearing
Ingredients One lemon Iron and ironing board Thin paintbrush Paper Small bowl Time Around 25 minutes (includes 20 minutes of drying time)
By Everyday Junglistabout a year ago in Poets
Watch Me
Watch me from a distance I asked you for so little But you gave me so much resistance Watch me as I’ve outgrown you You weren’t there to begin with
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
Another Poem, Really?
I said I’d take a break— no more stanzas, no more sighs. But here I am again, rhyming reasons why he lied. My notes app is a graveyard,
By Brie Boleynabout a year ago in Poets
Little tiny Garu
Delicate pads and tiny claws soft as silk rolling around in a dream purring when it wakes up the little monster kitten rascal will cheer up even the grumpiest person when you love it, it will be loyal to you until the end
By Antea Lumina Kala Matylda about a year ago in Poets
Short Drop
It grows still, first, then heavy. Silence like lead, and a fire under the skin, burning as it spreads... How could you have been so stupid?
By S. A. Crawfordabout a year ago in Poets
The Great Pudding Heist
Author's Note: This poem was originally published on Medium.com in the publication Prompts Galore, which offers writers a collection of original prompts from which to write stories and poems.
By Testabout a year ago in Poets
Like a Monkey
Author’s Note: I’d like to state, for the record, that it’s not actually true that only primates use tools. That’s just something I recall hearing a long time ago.
By Testabout a year ago in Poets
The Miscommunications of Albert Ross and Herman Thaddeus
Well, here’s the weirdest back-and-forth you’ll ever come across, It happened between a human and a wandering albatross. It was the albatross’ first trip beyond his native Africa,
By Testabout a year ago in Poets
Time Has Come
teeth like a zipper heart like a stone finger on the trigger cut down to the bone staring through dead eyes with one life to live
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsdenabout a year ago in Poets
Rural Squirrel goes Nuclear
There are words I avoid saying They make my tongue go cross You won’t find me saying things like Worcestershire sauce But if a mischievous rural squirrel were to go nuclear
By Amos Gladeabout a year ago in Poets
No Walking Today
💨💨💨💨Wind blows strong today. We won’t be walking, no way. Wind, wind go away. 💨💨💨💨 Till next time, Calvin [Author's note: Every day starts with a walk along the beach with my two best buddies - Ella and Gi Gi. Not this morning though, 90km winds gusts put an end to that. I didn't have any lead boots to keep them grounded. Difficult to say no to those two cute faces though. ]
By Calvin Londonabout a year ago in Poets
Cannibal’s Call
The cannibals call from down the hall SACRIFICE!! To save our lives Or civilization will fall The end begins when the maws open wide
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets