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Cold in Fort Lauderdale
I really can't say It's cold outside in Fort Lauderdale. But with bright skies, A high and returned mail. Black! 'Tis the season for treats. Warm cold temperatures, My cover is like a tree. A gift, who miss me? If Scrooge this morning... Imagine a beach spot Far away... fronts hot, And cold feet. Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2024 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets
Mistakes
I’ve been taken by you I want to make mistakes with you I want to raise the stakes with you You’re trapped in my mind And I’ve gone blind
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Granny’s lottery Dream part 1
Granny’s lottery Dream Granny had a dream one night, A vision clear, a guiding light. The winning numbers, bold and true,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Scream It Out
Scream It Out When the day has crushed you, left you small, When the weight of the world feels like it might fall— And tomorrow’s skies
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Granny’s pole dance
Granny’s pole dance Granny’s got a secret, one she holds with pride, A twirl, a twist, a shimmy, no need to hide. She’s found her rhythm, and it feels so right,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Twelve Days of Doggie Chaos
On the first day of Christmas My dogs gift to me, A pee-pee stain on the floor. 🎄 On the second day of Christmas My dogs gift to me,
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
Winter Squirrel
Winter Squirrel In the quiet of winter, the snow falls deep, A little squirrel stirs from its cozy sleep. With paws so tiny and fur so thick,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
The Farmers Cow rides a bike
the Farmers Cow rides a bike Old Farmer Joe, with a twinkle in eye, Had a curious thought as the days went by. He looked at Bessie, his prize-winning cow,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
A monkey plays piano
A monkey plays piano A monkey perched upon a stool, By some strange fate or cosmic rule, Its nimble fingers, swift and free,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
My Dog, the Boxer
My Dog, the Boxer My dog’s got dreams, so wild, so grand, To be a boxer, to take a stand. Not the breed, no, that’s not the game,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 2 years ago in Poets
Sic'em Inventors
Prodigy be saved and Oldies be afraid; World turns Outward! No?... Inward! Thank you for reading! Which part of the poem resonates with you? Share your thoughts. Please leave a comment. Copyright 2024 K.A. Smith
By K.A. Smith2 years ago in Poets
Thread Spool Ornaments. Top Story - December 2024.
author photo Past its prime, she tossed the old fake tree in the dumpster. It was dark already at three o'clock in the afternoon; night arrives early in the Arctic.
By Andrea Corwin 2 years ago in Poets