I got the old Ain't No Vaccine for the Blues blues. You heard me, yeah you heard me all right, That gal done left me And now I got to count my tears all night.
By Dan West2 years ago in Poets
Our love is like a voice note, raw and unedited, Full of rambling thoughts, yet somehow poetic. With background noise of life in the mix,
By Tale Weaver2 years ago in Poets
I am an independent contractor. Each year, I receive one or more 1099s for working independent jobs for which I have earned over $599.99. I fill out each line in my mind.
By Natalie Wilkinson2 years ago in Poets
She washes her face- a soft, cotton pad, camomile cleanser, then rinse in warm water. Brushes her teeth- two minutes on setting 2.
By Deborah Robinson2 years ago in Poets
There once was a jockey named Titus Who was a pain in the gluteus maximus He really thought he was “The Man” Because he won every race his horse ran
By Mother Combs2 years ago in Poets
in a damp, dim lit alley as the lights flickered and popped a shadowy figure passed by as my heart nearly stopped tracks in the snow, faded
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden2 years ago in Poets
Something Smells Sales Selling Sneaky.
By Mark Graham2 years ago in Poets
What is SPAM? I am not talking about the luncheon meat that comes in the can that really is good when fried in the pan. The SPAM I am talking about and going to try and describe is just plain annoying.
Our love is like a Zoom affair, With laggy words suspended in air. Your voice cuts out—"Can you repeat?" Yet still, my heart stays on its beat.
I was out running my weekly errands Stopped at the last store for the day Shopping for my favorite food brands Keeping up with what I’d have to pay
Lord Byron Rhymes with iron y (sort of).
My love for you is deep and true, Like melted cheese—so rich, so goo. But if I had to weigh the stakes, You'd win past extra cheese on cakes.
