The ocean roars a lullaby, a song of depths unknown, But strikes a chord of terror in a heart of shell and bone. No thrill of chase, no scent of blood, this gentle giant craves,
By Buzu3 years ago in Poets
As a child I loved all things nutty I loved nuts in their natural forms In cakes, ice cream and fudges and porridge and with ripe bananas
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Poets
In the garden of our hearts, where emotions bloom, Soft whispers of love, like petals, gently consume. A dance begins, a tender embrace,
By KhunchaiZX993 years ago in Poets
Life is hell I’m just a ghost in a shell No one to know me No one to tell My story to Because they can’t relate Is this my fate
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Jack Links has arrived, so what am I to do? Be very careful of this tough meat I’m gonna chew. Never met food that was strong enough to hurt me. Oh wait, yes I have and it’s called beef jerky.
By Joe Patterson3 years ago in Poets
-How hungry are you? -Hungry as a LION! -What will the lion eat? Would ask my Mum To be so hungry - must be terrifying...
By Salomé Saffiri3 years ago in Poets
Every Kid in Cleveland Liked Lucky Charms a lot. But Lucky the Leprechaun, Who lived just west of Cleveland, Did NOT! Lucky hated Lucky Charms! He constantly boasted!
By Everyday Junglist3 years ago in Poets
I remember your hissing and popping growing louder, intoxicating lungfuls of your rich caramelized skin–pheromones ushering my body
By Andie Emerson3 years ago in Poets
This is just a free-form poem about people not listening and ploughing on regardless of advice. The music is "Can't You See" by The Marshall Tucket Band
By Mike Singleton 💜 Mikeydred 3 years ago in Poets
In the dance of days, where seconds sway, A tale unfolds in a gentle way. Amidst the ticking clock's rhythmic chime, A story whispered: "Smiles in Time."
Congratulations Machine! Today is your day. You’re off to Great Places! You’re off and away! You have wires in your head.
Funyuns still outselling responsibilityuns So the headlines say I doubt those reports are accurate There's surely no way
