Their significance is underrated And thus, it should be propagated To all those willing to embrace The lack of its own commonplace.
By Elizabeth Petit3 years ago in Poets
oh sweet pins where do you go? how can you persistently evade me so? you seem to be an endless expense teasing me always with pretence
By Kayleigh Fraser ✨3 years ago in Poets
Soft green shirt Oh how you cling to me I appreciate how you Make me look good Heads begin to turn Just like I knew they would
By Gregory Anderson3 years ago in Poets
When your stomach rumbles, That’s when you mumbled, “I am hungry. What to eat?” Will it be a snack or a treat, Or will it be a large feast?
By Bass Man Eddie3 years ago in Poets
The way you fit between my hands warming up my body ... The way you send heat down my legs making me wanna curl under the blankets
By Martyna Dearing3 years ago in Poets
Well, where do I begin? My history with this 16 once embarrassed friend. For many years I have enjoyed many beers with this white trash national treasure.
By Eric Sykes3 years ago in Poets
I like poetry. Sometimes my tears taste like salt, you see. Do they always taste like that? Do tears of joy taste like cotton candy?
By amaliarose3 years ago in Poets
Hark to thee, O pesticide, Whose potency does not abide, Why do the bugs control my garden, Your deficiency, I cannot pardon,
By Charlotte K3 years ago in Poets
The sun rises to bring forth the people of the world, from their beds where they lay safely curled. The deprived masses seek your comforting embrace,
By Lilly Cooper3 years ago in Poets
why did you lie to me and called me pretty making me to 'actually' accept it, 'Am I really pretty?" . when everyone else
By Riju Chaulagai3 years ago in Poets
This is an Ode to the Pencil. My lucky #2. There's just something so wonderful about a new pencil. You smell so good, like wood, and combined with a sharpener! I grind you down, into a point...A favorite tool!
By Jessie3 years ago in Poets
Of all the things I'll never be, By far, the basest one is thee. So goodbye, Normal, I never knew What all the world could see in you,
By Mark Stone3 years ago in Poets
