humor

Friends?
A melancholic frolic That’s what we’re here for They act like you’re important They act like they like you So long as you fit their image of you
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Panda Named Loo
Wearing his chef hat Chopping and dicing Trimming the fat Taking time slicing Mixing this and that Considering splicing
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
The Mushroom
We were walking through the woods one day, My dear friend Sarah and me, Enjoying the sounds of nature; The babbling of a brook and rustling of leaves.
By Jessica Phoenix3 years ago in Poets
Eternal Embrace
In the garden of hearts, love blooms, A timeless dance, like sweet perfumes. Silent whispers, a tender caress, Love's embrace, a divine finesse.
By Spark to Shine3 years ago in Poets
Resilient Rose
Amidst the storms of life she stands, A resilient rose, with grace in her hands. Her petals, once delicate, now weathered and strong,
By Ivan Islam3 years ago in Poets
Biscuit. Top Story - December 2023.
We bought a little robot To help us clean the floor. It wasn't real expensive, We could have spent much more, * But all the bells and whistles,
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Poets
DECODING THE AGES OF BELOVED CARTOON CHARACTERS
Estimating the age of beloved cartoon characters is no easy task. These timeless figures inhabit colorful worlds, displaying behaviors that often challenge our perceptions of age. From SpongeBob SquarePants to Pikachu, the mystery behind their ages is both intriguing and puzzling.
By Grace Kamugisha3 years ago in Poets
Smooth
In the realm of gentle grace, where touch meets silk, A symphony of softness, a whisper of milk. Smooth, the river's dance on polished stone,
By ARTIST3 years ago in Poets
haiku november, two
let in the new air flows in like it's been waiting but waiting nicely . . . [11/5/23] . . .
By kory salajka3 years ago in Poets
Middle Child
Yes, that is me. I am stuck in the middle of three. When my parents would say. Who's in trouble today? Two siblings pointed their fingers at me.
By Cathy Deslippe3 years ago in Poets
Smooth play, Ox
My brother often directed These words To me: “Smooth play, ox.” Did he mean ox long pips Which may be smooth but My backhand was not.
By Barbara Steinhauser 3 years ago in Poets
Don Juan: Part II
Play fields, lover... Use women, promises, but... Do you stay real? Class adjourned... * Thank you for reading! If you liked this, you can add your Insights, Comment, leave a Heart, Tip, Pledge, or Subscribe. I will appreciate any support you have shown for my work.
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Poets