She walks along the avenue all day Silent, determined and aloof is she About her, gossips have too much to say They speculate about who she must be:
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
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 Historian2 years ago in Poets
Color and clarity invite my hand. Cool and smooth the reward as it answers the call. The “pop” confirms contents will be far from bland.
By Dana Crandell2 years ago in Poets
This poem was written in response to the Rattle® Poetry Ekphrastic Challenge for August 2024 and was ultimately not selected. You can find more information here. https://www.rattle.com/ekphrastic/
By Rae Fairchild (MRB)2 years ago in Poets
Autumn has blessed this ravishing trio Kissed their leaves with lips of crimson fire Turned their green chlorophyl to rich Barolo
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‽2 years ago in Poets
The cacophonous calls of the gathering gulls Herald the sentinels' rise from the deep The frigid spray somehow beckons and pulls
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
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
