Do not be fooled; this doesn't rhyme At least, not all the time + + Love, (Brother, Sister, Friend, Acquaintance, Fellow Traveller)
By L.C. Schäfer3 years ago in Poets
I They tell each other, one face on the other. There is fresh bread on the counter, dry, the sound of things played. Provides
By MecAsaf3 years ago in Poets
I saw myself in the mirror today, And I thought, "What a strange sight to see!" A face that was old and haggard and gray, A face that was full of worry and glee.
By Shailendra Rathore3 years ago in Poets
Little Judy Grote She was given a goat That would only eat things of oat On days it went out, it wore a coat And around his neck, he carried a stoat
By Mother Combs (Sharon)3 years ago in Poets
There once was a poet romantic Who would drop names in meter pedantic The likes of Jesus, Nietzsche, or Freud Or deny even God to the void
By Gerard DiLeo3 years ago in Poets
Awoken violently by a dream Not a dream of violence A crime of sorts When your mind resorts to fusing the two In belief they should be the new other
By Atomic Historian3 years ago in Poets
Down in Devil’s Bog Lived a frog Inside a log Where he wrote his blog About Tony Hog Who liked to jog In the deep, dank fog.
Scarcity feeds bloating; it spews poison through yellow bites. My focus has never been more focused, nor has a silent distress been felt with such intensity.
By Rose3 years ago in Poets
I wrote a story that nobody reads. I wrote because I felt it in my bones, like a love jones. Sad to say that only I am inspired by what I say.
By Marie3 years ago in Poets
“Cause every time we touch I feel this static” Okay, that’s enough Cascada Maybe I should switch it to Mas que Nada No, not the Mendes version
No textbooks or course outlines, calendars and plans. Students running like chickens, headless, with less control. Staff hiding from teachers; teachers hunting staff...
By Kendall Defoe 3 years ago in Poets
Hinky-pinky sky Lorilei ate a pie Jasper told a lie Les likes to eat rye Christy meant to pry Anna does things on the sly
