humor

You Need To Tie Your Shoe
Can I help you? Wait a minute; let me retract my sentence. Allow me to be of assistance? Milady, you need to tie your shoe.
By Nkem Utomi3 months ago in Poets
whom is
one free zone to be seen ouT of the dream on this side of the looking glass noT as backwards as things already seem found aT The ending
By ⸘jason alan‽3 months ago in Poets
Don’t Scream… It Already Knows
Don’t Scream… It Already Knows The house had stood for many years, Abandoned on the hill alone. Its windows stared like hollow eyes, Its walls were built of splintered stone.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 3 months ago in Poets
Enough, Already!
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By Meredith Harmon3 months ago in Poets
The Boy with Incredible Potential. Runner-Up in Say It Again Challenge.
He has an actor's smile. He writes songs on his guitar while dreaming of opening his own art gallery. He's brilliant, thoughtful, and deeply sensitive.
By Isidora Luna3 months ago in Poets
Oblivion: still a riddle?
And so, my friends, we start to shine At solving riddles, yours and mine. I'd like to say some winning tries Have come quite close to saying why
By Raymond G Taylor3 months ago in Poets
ARE YOU SERIOUS?
ARE YOU SERIOUS? I wasn’t – not exactly * I wrote a poem not too long ago With what I called my odd dry wit. Someone made a comment
By Margaret Brennan3 months ago in Poets
It's Too hot for this
I get up knowing what lay ahead 12 hour days of sweat drenched head. 12 hour days of don't worry I'm fine How many more hours till I die?
By Underground Alchemist 3 months ago in Poets
Tesla's Coils
Did Nikola Tesla's clothing Come from the dryer Full of future static? Tesla's socks entwined in coils Only one, where once was two
By Everyday Junglist3 months ago in Poets
Oh, Snap
I’m on the run Chasing the spark When lightning comes Flashes the dark A subtle snap Designed to shock A gun with caps
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 months ago in Poets
Crisp Nothing. Top Story - July 2026.
It comes to me with the click and pop of a soda can. The ripe stench of absolutely nothing and a taste that can only be described as tv static passes my lips and I sigh, La Croix. The bane of my existence and the centerpiece to every hippie fueled, health-conscious household endeavor. The condensation matches my frustration as the taste of carbonated nothing bubbles down my throat like a thought without a point.
By Logan Stanislaw3 months ago in Poets
Evacuation Order . Honorable Mention in Say It Again Challenge.
The rain came in sheets And the government said Look out! This may do more than wet your feet! Flash floods can kill you like you wouldn’t believe
By Sam Spinelli3 months ago in Poets