HOUSEHOLD CHORES I LOVE TO HATE I don’t mind the laundry. Heck, I’d do it all day. I lose my ambition To put it away. *
By Margaret Brennan3 years ago in Poets
In a world of sugar and delight, where sweetness sparkles day and night, a symphony of flavors, a joyful feat, let me craft a few words for sugary treats.
By Denise Larkin3 years ago in Poets
Oh my dear martini What a friend you are Comforting me in stressful times As you beckon from the bar. * Give it to me dirty
By Cindy Calder3 years ago in Poets
it's true, we've made some memories, shared good times and bad (admittedly, mostly good), and maybe I just didn't treat you
By Pete Gustavson3 years ago in Poets
Holy Cows! Hermes, Greek Deity || Patron of travellers, merchants, thieves and rogues Holy cows! Crimson they were. Grazing upon the richest pastures
By CyCy3 years ago in Poets
In society's tapestry, her beauty weaves, A black woman's grace, the heart perceives. Her radiant hue, a work of art, An ode to heritage, a masterpiece from the start.
By Lazarus Ogero3 years ago in Poets
Oh, vacuum dear vacuum, please help me this day. Glide ‘cross the carpet. These crumbs we will slay. A simple wee task, we can get it done soon.
By Cathy holmes3 years ago in Poets
This silly monstrosity is my response to James & Oneg's Sweet Summer Song Challenge. We were asked to write a poem or story inspired by a summer song and to pick a song that represents summer to us.
By Tiffany Gordon3 years ago in Poets
Ah, yes, the humble clothesline. In my opinion, the most useful appliance in the household. Politically Correct, Environmentally friendly,
By Tina D'Angelo3 years ago in Poets
In a world of colors, frills, and lace, Lives a girly girl with a radiant grace. With twinkling eyes and a heart that's kind,
By Nimra Mughal3 years ago in Poets
A jacket destined for the one-time wear, buried with closet dust, an impulse buy, up for re-sale. 'Don't you dare.' All forgotten during air fryer breezes
By Willem Indigo3 years ago in Poets
Today, I wander my fridge for the cheapest beer I own, the beer with the taste closest to water (or piss) – flavors which complement linoleum floors and
By Bri Craig3 years ago in Poets
