THE COLOURS KNOW MY NAME The colours know my name, But never say it right, They crawl across my thinking, And rearrange the night.
By ♿ V+ Marie381Uk about a month ago in Poets
THE WOMAN WHO KEPT TUESDAY I found Tuesday in my shed, It sat behind the door, I knew that it was Tuesday, I’d seen its face before.
GRANNY’S BRAND NEW TEETH Granny bought some new teeth, They came inside a box, She tried them in the bathroom, While wearing fluffy socks.
THE MAN WHO BOUGHT A CLOUD A fellow bought a little cloud, He found it at a fair, The bloke who sold it told him, Just keep it in the air.
THE WOMAN WHO ARGUED WITH HER SHADOW I fell out with my shadow, It happened yesterday, I told her stop following me, And kindly go away.
Someone will come along. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. Maybe not when you’re still counting the cracks in your heart like they are constellations only you can see.
By Zakari Rungeabout a month ago in Poets
My friends say, "Your voice matters. Someone needs to hear this. Keep writing." They heart my poems then scroll past to a woman in beige
By Tina D. Lopezabout a month ago in Poets
Thursdays could be November dressed in rust wrapped in gray and blurred by fog filled with echoes of long sighs death, not quite done
By Ellie Hoovsabout a month ago in Poets
GRANNY’S MISSING BRA Granny was upset that day, Her bra had gone astray, It vanished from the washing line, She cried, That bra was mine.
GRANNY’S BIG BLOOMERS Granny has big bloomers, She hangs them on the line, All the kids at school tease, And ask me, “Are they mine?”
WHAT COLOUR IS THE WIND What colour is the wind, That brushes past my face? Does it borrow shades of blue, From every distant place?
OUR LOVE EXPLODED IN ART SCHOOL Our love exploded in art school, Right next to pottery class, You said that I was beautiful, Then slipped and fell on your arse.
