You're a half hour late! The minister had to leave. Good....I mean, oh no! -- *I wasn't sure of syllable count for the first line, since I pronounce "hour" as two, but research indicates "hour" is one syllable with dipthong.*
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My quivering hand waves back, Parted lips to say "Hey," while your gaze looks past me.
By Under.the.Poetree with Nicole Oliver3 years ago in Poets
How long it has been since we last went vocal! The world has become strange, straight lines look oval! // What delusions can be created from lack of true expression!
By Muhammad Bayazeed3 years ago in Poets
during a trip to the lake with great grandson, he was overly amused with my ragged, lake shoes, 😂😂. Thank you for reading!!
By Moe Radosevich3 years ago in Poets
A bitter cold night Not one trick-or-treater Chocolate coma *** Did anyone else overbuy?
By Dana Crandell3 years ago in Poets
"Oh Princess!" Dad called. "Yes, Daddy?" came the words from Dad's new bride and me.
By Reiley3 years ago in Poets
Two Years Ago I Wrote The Following, Except For A Few Minor Changes: NaNoWriMo is for me and many mo 50,000-word count in one month
By Denise E Lindquist3 years ago in Poets
I went to kiss you, Angling for both your cheeks, Missed, I caught your mouth.
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I said he had passed, You laughed. “You pass gas, gallstones! No, He feckin’ died!”
Mari tossed her bra Alligator licked his lips Dinner sure looked yum! ............................. Great! He mused, no clothes
By Novel Allen3 years ago in Poets
Entry level fibs, Sweaty palms, I'll “prove” my worth, Awkward dance begins. - "Passion for spreadsheets," Loathing this pretentiousness,
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1 My laughter bellows Bounces off classroom walls but The fart is louder - 2 Stampede back to desks A brick catches my foot, the
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