. THEY DO NOT LIVE HERE! By Ross E F Lombardi. . "This Cat?" "This Cat is not ours" "This Cat does not really live here..."
By Ross E Fortune Lombardi2 years ago in Poets
I kept changing myself all my life! Whatever I believed, that too turned out to be a lie all my life! The lie that I came out of to know the truth, that too turned out to be a lie all my life! The lies kept changing like this all my life...
By Suraj poetry plus 2 years ago in Poets
I only came for a shit!, Now what do I do? I've been sat here for hours, Reading the newspaper that constipated me with it's lies,
By Carol Ann Townend2 years ago in Poets
A dinosaur went to the dentist today, the dentist said "hey, did you eat a polar bear?!" "You teeth are stained beyond belief, we'll have to them fixed, in a jif"
By George Hall2 years ago in Poets
My name is Baby Face McGee, I solve crimes then take a pee. I sit in a chair and spit and swear, because despite my looks, I’m a real man with beard hair.
By Alex H Mittelman 2 years ago in Poets
This poem has not mastered herself in literature, Neither has read many grammar textbooks. She doesn’t know how she looks.
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Introduction I may have found the image here: I decided to do the dialogue poem as an acrostic merging the two names and try to make it amusing
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
These thoughts, these thoughts So tired of these thoughts Always wanting attention Crying look at me, look at me Look what I can do
By Sean A.2 years ago in Poets
The Murmurs: Welcome to Purgatory Verse 1: Amidst the crowd, voices rise in disarray, "Something strange? Something weird? Are we seeing things?"
By Denelsia Walker2 years ago in Poets
“I’d like to see a menu, please.” “You’re all the menu I need.” “Just pass me the menu, would you? I’m hungry.” “If I must, but can I not offer you an appetizer to get you started? How’s this? Or this?”
By Mack D. Ames2 years ago in Poets
In the heart of a misty wood, Where silence whispers, understood, A lone figure sits on the forest floor, A story untold, a heart unsure.
By Ayanronbi Faith2 years ago in Poets
It finally seems I’ve reached that point Where everything makes noise Rebellion reigns in every joint And that includes “my boyz”
By Earl W. Pearl2 years ago in Poets
