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the little goat
In a forest deep and green, The little goat was a playful scene His hooves danced on the forest floor, As he frolicked and explored more.
By “M”3 years ago in Poets
Accidentally
The cyanide tipped into the sweet tea an accident that no-one saw coming His victim was quite fragile and dainty The culprit, evil and cunning
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
Whacko
you whacko little demon, you whacko little runt, you screamin' ragin' creature, with your narco little stunts you malicious, petty demon, you'll never ever leave
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Poets
The Joy of a Basket
The ball, a honeyed sun, arcs high, A silent prayer against the sky. Muscles tense, a moment held, Then through the net, the story's spelled.
By Buzu3 years ago in Poets
Inner Mind
Within the depths of my inner mind, A realm of thoughts unconfined. Where dreams dance and fears unwind, A sanctuary of the soul designed. In this sacred space, I find Echoes of memories left behind. Whispers of love, both gentle and kind, And shadows of doubts that once entwined. Through the corridors of my inner mind, I wander freely, unconfined. Exploring the depths, I seek to find The truths that lie within, enshrined. Visions of past and future combined, Painting a tapestry, one of a kind. Each thread a story, intertwined, In the fabric of my inner mind. Emotions rise and fall, undefined, As I journey through this state of mind. Joy and sorrow, intertwined, In the labyrinth of thoughts, I find. Yet amidst the chaos, a light doth shine, A beacon of hope, forever aligned. Guiding me through the darkness blind, To the serenity of my inner mind. Here, in this realm, I am inclined To embrace myself, flaws and shine. For in this space, I truly find The essence of who I am, defined. So let me linger, here entwined, In the sanctuary of my mind. Where the answers to life I may find, Within the depths of my inner mind. Hey folks, thanks for reading. How do you see this poem? You know, I'm not good at poems/poets and am always on fiction stories. Help me know what to improve on. Don't forget to Subscribe me.
By Chuks Gad Nwaigwe3 years ago in Poets
Echo
I’m talking to you Telling you things I should be telling myself Lovely things about how great you are That you deserve to be loved
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Chocodiles
I think that there shall never be A snack from any entity ~ That comes within a hundred miles Of tasty Hostess® Chocodiles.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Poets
Take a Seat
Please, do take a seat. There isn’t a beard to shave? There’s plenty to trim. What business is it of yours? A wall of confused mirrors.
By James Green3 years ago in Poets
Oops. I Looked… 👀
” If we’re ever in a serious situation, do not look over at me.” We all have that one friend….Someone says something unexpected, or we’re singing and somebody sings the wrong lyrics, and we struggle to contain it. And then, oops the lid pops and we’re off- bursting at the seams with hilarity. By now our composure has left the room, completely embarrassed.
By Colleen Walters3 years ago in Poets
Where are They?. Content Warning.
The numbers... The numbers have dropped again. I am losing them! * My exposed heart bled from the keys to the page. I drained it all.
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Poets
Marshmallow Memories
No one notices marshmallows, at least that's what we thought The bag seems always full Unless one might get caught Unlike chewing gum
By ROCK aka Andrea Polla (Simmons)3 years ago in Poets
I Like My Coffee Crisp
The spoiled human brat, is hissing like a cat. But I won't give it back. ---- A favourite snack of childhood that.... who am I kidding? It's still a favourite snack. Coffee Crisp. One of Canada's most popular chocolate bars. And just for fun, here is an old TV commercial for said snack.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Poets