My middle finger is called the thumb! In the dictionary, sure, we can erase! But how long does it take - to start a "NEW" race!
By 365poetry17 days ago in Poets
I have drank water from something intolerable! The stench is in my throat - daily, I think of what I could do! At first, the person who "fell in love" with me, said - "you're not that bad, and we could help"!
First Time Love With L-Plates I loved you first with L plates on nerves in knots, the engine wrong I stalled on words, I turned too wide
By Marie381Uk 17 days ago in Poets
I've eaten "Ice-cream" before - AMEN! I've eaten "Ice-scream" before - AMEN! Sometimes it's weird learning how to spell! At first I've learnt that scream is a shout!
By 365poetry18 days ago in Poets
Some of us ladies, aren't great at this thing here; so I'll just tell you what I've been thinking, HERE! Valentines day, 1998 - he said he had a "GIRLFFRIEND".
Dog Slavary On The Rise Stood on a chair like a four legged maid red cap on tight, and my dignity frayed a sponge in paw, suds up to my nose
By Marie381Uk 18 days ago in Poets
I'm not really into politics But I know politics is really into me Into you and everyone I pass in the street It's in the places where I buy my groceries
By Cadma18 days ago in Poets
He Was Everywhere And Music Played Every Time we Locked Eyes… For A Second I Thought, He didn’t Want Me, And It Baffled My Heart…
By HandsomelouiiThePoet (Lonzo ward)18 days ago in Poets
The wind was sharp that evening. Leaves danced across the empty streets as if running from an unseen fear. Zara walked alone, her hands deep in her pockets, eyes fixed on the ground. She had left the café quickly, leaving her coffee half-finished. Did she want to escape the awkward conversation, or was it the memory that clung to her mind?
By Omid khan18 days ago in Poets
A Friend with a Secret You were the kind that never asked for doors. You came through walls, quiet. The sort who sat through my silence,
a trip to the moon, so far & few, having a friend like you means regular trips to the moon, so often & open, each time we talk, or pass, or think, it’s a trip to every star, magical by far,
By Charlotte Eden 19 days ago in Poets
Here we all are, Another year zipped right on past, It’s been sad & chaotic - but also beautiful & rather Mr & Mrs-ish,
