A new January, a new beginning, soon, clocks will strike twelve, and calendars will turn. We’ll toast to clean slates before us,
By Komal2 years ago in Poets
Do you like string cheese? I love it. Especially the mozzarella kind that is really firm So you can pull off super fine strings
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Poets
The Constipated Elephant There once was an elephant, strong and stout, Who found himself in a bit of a doubt. His belly rumbled, his tail gave a sway,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
You’ve made a choice, You’ve played a game, You bought a prairie schooner. Every single choice you’ve made Brought your death a little sooner.
By Amos Glade2 years ago in Poets
Don’t follow me. I am a ghost Don’t follow me, I am lost too, Wandering paths I thought I knew. The stars above, they dim, they fade,
”Look Mommy, there’s a gator up in the sky.” “Son, we may be in Florida, but that’s still a lie.” “BUT … It’s right there and there’s a girl on its back.”
By Andrew C McDonald2 years ago in Poets
Needlessly living in pain Enduring uncommon greed Envious of the outside world Deserving more than what we pay for Leading long, but painful lives
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
I sit down to write, new document open pen and journal at my side words ready to release full of inspiration I barely form a sentence when something feels amiss
By Jasmine Aguilar2 years ago in Poets
There’s no reason or rhyme They call it a reasonable crime They pretend like there’s no end They use words like honor and duty as punchlines
The small green edible leaves wrapped up together in a bunch Ripped apart to be cooked or put on the side Placed in a burger under the tomato and above the buttom bun
By Forest Green2 years ago in Poets
Hey, I Found Your Nose, It Was in My Business Hey, I found your nose, it was in my business, Sticking where it shouldn’t, with too much insistence.
The first Morning stretch after the best sleepLife hits different when I go to sleep after I weep Sitting on the last bench when we secretly ate our snacks Life hits different when we're cheating and the teacher's at our backs
By Maryam Batool2 years ago in Poets
