The fundamental difference between men and women: Men will think I am wearing this shirt because I crave attention Women of a certain age know
By Aspen Marie 2 years ago in Poets
How silly these words when it ended a life “He died doing that that he loved doing most” A high flying hobby is not without strife
By Earl W. Pearl2 years ago in Poets
I’d let you peek, my love, it’s true, At every search I’ve clicked into— From “how to cook toast” (yes, I’ve tried) To “is it normal if my cat just sighed?”
By Tale Weaver2 years ago in Poets
My get-up-and-go has got up and gone!!!😆 Where has it gone? I truly don't know!!!😁 Someone said you'll find it if you awaken at dawn and spot a silver fawn...😆
By Tiffany Gordon2 years ago in Poets
We interrupt normally scheduled programming for an intermission —a Public Service Broadcast— from everyone's most favourite/least favourite
By Paul Stewart2 years ago in Poets
Basically a lightly humorous take on the question of whether one would rather live in the Star Trek or Star Wars Universe. *************************************
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
Our love is like a clumsy pup, So full of joy, yet tripping up. It dashes fast, then takes a spill, But wags its tail and loves me still.
The Easter Bunny Ate All My Eggs I woke up early, full of cheer, Easter morning finally here! I searched the yard, I searched the bed,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
I love you, dear, through thick and thin, Through ups and downs, through loss and win. But one small thing tests my soul,
Some loves don't finish with slammed doors or bitter words. Some loves finish in silence. Not the quiet kind — the heavy kind. The kind that sticks around after someone's gone. The kind that echoes through empty places, through voicemails that never get returned, through memories that still have the flavor of home.
By MD NAYEM2 years ago in Poets
I did not aspire to be a poet. I had poetry chase me like rain pours onto houses — sudden, noiseless, unavoidable. It was a silence, when the world outside me slowed to a crawl but the inside of my head was louder than ever before. I had no clue how to speak what I was doing, but the words lingered within my chest, thudding against my ribs to be released.
I was shopping downtown at my local bookstore Looking for the latest book by my favorite author Fully relaxed and enjoying the scents in the shop
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
