I am no man I am a compendium of cryptids I can barely see my watch From all the hair I got from the Squatch Give me a pan
By Atomic Historianabout a year ago in Poets
I see the land where the ocean sings where the palm trees sway and sunlight clings. I see myself in Hawaii's embrace, a soft, tranquil sandy beach, a cherished place.
By Denise Larkinabout a year ago in Poets
i never knew that half-full, rose-colored glasses could make me feel so blue, so green with envy at the grass and the red brick unbroken home,
By ⸘jason alan‽about a year ago in Poets
My eyes hear what my ears refuse to taste As my tongue reaches out to touch a hidden place My nose sees the memories that my eyes are blind to
Hey Whatever you think about me It’s true Because that is the version that’s real to you No matter what I say Will dissuade what you think of me
Where Cobblestone streets, the overhead tram, and brick buildings meet. The early morning air permeated with the cafes' and bakeries' treats.
By Meko James about a year ago in Poets
The darkness of night becomes illuminated by the Jack O’ Lanterns grin. There is a familiar chill in the air that dances on your skin,
By Josey Pickeringabout a year ago in Poets
Time to pay the toll With your fragile soul Life unwinding like a scroll Why do I think in rhyme Sometimes It’s all that comes to mind
Can’t sleep Oh what a fright To be up in the middle of the night Without the slightest tingling A little sensation Of sleepiness
I need to get my act together When I met her It was like pulling a lever My brain was prehacked before we met I didn't know what to do
Oh god I’m trying to be clever What rhymes with September? Denver? All have is intrusive thoughts That I write down and pass off as poems
Oh god, it’s September! I wish I couldn’t remember I’ve been in such a hurry Scurrying here and there It’s that time of year
