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Little Red Riding Hood's entry into a Vocal Challenge
Through the forest went Little Red Riding Hood one day, Her basket packed, she was on her way, Not to Grandma's house this time around,
By Tim Carmichael12 months ago in Poets
Heart On The Floor
I've always made myself less So that you’d love me more I tore my heart from my chest You threw it on the floor I cut my tongue from my mouth
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
Funky Monkey Snow
Funky Monkey Snow He saw snow fall, stared at the sky, mouth wide open, as if the clouds lied. He caught a flake, screamed in delight,
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk 12 months ago in Poets
ONE FRAME AT A TIME
Frame 1: The First Light A hush before the morning speaks, Soft breath of dawn between the peaks. A trembling world of silver hue,
By charles chaiko12 months ago in Poets
Sounds About Frost
soft taps on the window as twilight gives way overtaken by groans of the furless, when the auto start fails the scraping of plastic, against the frosted, jagged windshield
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets
Frosty Doggerel
(Bing Crosby for reference...) It’s beginning to look a lot like fuck this, Everywhere it snows… The water has turned to ice, It doesn’t feel very nice— It really blows!
By C. Rommial Butler12 months ago in Poets
November 17 Is National Butter Day
Bread tastes better with butter and pizza crust needs some too Utterly smooth and soft, or cold from the fridge Thinly layered, even beneath peanut butter, or
By Andrea Corwin 12 months ago in Poets
ᗰY ᖇᗴᔕᑌᗰᗴ
Age: old enough to know better but still agile and young enough to work circles around most people younger than me. Ethnicity: 1.5% Afro-Caribbean. That's my favorite part of me, so I'm going with it.
By Colleen Walters12 months ago in Poets
The Mirror Cycle (Poetry)
I. The Mirror Isn’t Me (Philosophical — AABB) . I look into the mirror’s face, A quiet, silver, borrowed space. It copies me without a sound,
By Peter Thwing - Host of the FST Podcast12 months ago in Poets
Dream Log #5
I requested Push the Button by Sugababes To be played on Radio one on the day of the weddingTo my surprise, I hear my neighbours singing the songAs it blasts through the street as they dance. I go home to get something and there's Jean stark naked in my bedroom with a towel on my bed and she looks up"Don't worry, I've just had a poo!" she said. She gets dressed and we go to the weddingIt took place at Heathrow Airport of all placesGuests were rowdy and the wedding ring slipped and a cabin crew member destroyed it out of spitebecause she was the groom's ex wife we assumedAnd then I wondered has anyone seen my tamberine?
By Chloe Gilholy12 months ago in Poets
I Broke Up With The Moon. Runner-Up in Letters to the Moon Challenge.
A recent text exchange between me and the moon Hey. Oh, hey Derek, nice to know you're alive. Don't be like that. Like what? You ghosted me.
By John R. Godwin12 months ago in Poets
Gathering Memories
I'm sure none of you are shocked to learn that I love to reminisce. Family stories and memories are topics I just can't stay away from. This is just me, poking a little fun at myself. I hope you enjoy and even relate to it.
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden12 months ago in Poets