Oh, wondrous box of unseen flame, Thou bearer of the kitchen's fame, In hurried days and midnight chimes, Thy warm embrace transcends all times.
By Abnoan Muniz3 years ago in Poets
My best transportation Getting me to work And to the store You make my life so easy Until you decided to not work I tried for some time
By Sarah Danaher3 years ago in Poets
Math is really hard 5 is not less than or equal to 4 This is a haiku ---- Yes, I know line two is 10 syllables so this doesn't qualify as a haiku. But I say it is a haiku. Rules, schmules. Who cares about the rules?
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Poets
Here’s an Ode to the man who played it safe To survive was his chief goal and aim To simply outlast all the rest was his plan
By Dan Foster3 years ago in Poets
I’m told I shouldn’t use you that because of trees, we breathe; but under the sink lies a motley crew of tatty cloths I’d rather leave.
By Teresa Renton3 years ago in Poets
Dear Auto(nomic) Nervous System, and I guess that includes you, Brain– Just a quick note of thanks for the ways you sustain.
By Kristen Balyeat3 years ago in Poets
First simply a dough form That's flipped into the air Then, cut into a circle. So transfixing as I stare. Add toppings palooza!
By Grace Tompkins3 years ago in Poets
hidden in a drawer My electric lover, plugged in and snug I’m useless without you My stress ball, my robotic hug Tickle me, and make me laugh
By Jazzy 3 years ago in Poets
My watch is very dear to me, For if I did not wear one, I’d be as busy as a bee, With no time left to have fun. - Or else I’d spend my time at play,
By Hannah Moore3 years ago in Poets
My tongue tingles, my teeth water, my brain echoes their name. Tomato. Tomato. Tomato. Never will a taste be my last, break of smooth, shiny skin
By Emma Kate Gee3 years ago in Poets
Eyeglasses, Eyeglasses, lend me your sight. Eyeglasses, Eyeglasses, help me see the light. Improve my vision of things from afar,
By Kent Brindley3 years ago in Poets
Man's man..such a strange phrase I'm not sure that translates the way you think it does Men's work, women's work Can't it just be work
By Paul Stewart3 years ago in Poets
