Ode

Bouncing Back. Top Story - September 2024.
Covered in dirt laying down in the trenches. Mice and roaches crawling away by mere inches. Finally able to move while surrounded by the crud.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Overload
Smells of sensual sensationalism surrounding my nose Tingling tastes of your embrace as my lips lock with yours Hearing the hum and pitter patter as your heart beats faster
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The Beauty Of A Breeze
The beauty of a breeze invisible to sight, except for swaying shrubs and the rustling of leaves. Your soft essence washes over me with ease, bringing such delight, tickling my face, your gust hits me like a kiss and leaves me amazed, as my every worry you erase, then almost flirtatiously you motion to me with the trees.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
Sensing Rage
Oh the taste of salivary anger. Look ahead at rage. All you see is danger. I feel the heat on my skin it’s hell of fury. Steamed like overcooked food. I smell fury.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Grandma’s House
Gritty cold hardwood planks hurt my knees and ankles as I crawl around. Bleach meets coffee, while Spanish spices and fragrances of fresh laundry dance in the foreground, they tickle my nostrils fighting for dominance, simultaneously creating a unique scent that one would have to smell.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
A Love That Blossoms
the garden where our hearts entwine, Petals whisper secrets, soft and divine. Your laughter dances like the morning dew,
By jameel Nawaz2 years ago in Poets
Sense of Life
First thing I see when I wake is the sun. The cool air hits my skin then I grin. The tune of the alarm I hear is a win. The Jasmine I smell in the air is giving.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
9/25/24
I heard today The universe is an infinite garden of forking paths I sat and thought about that How it sums it all up so well
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
If only
I know my son. * Or is it now that he has reached a milestone that I no longer do? Is he looking back and reflecting on his life and wondering why?
By Pauline Fountain2 years ago in Poets
Torrential Tears
Raindrops fall like a lovers tongue, tickling and dancing on my skin Thunder roars pillaging my ears like it was committing a sin.
By Kenneth cruz2 years ago in Poets
A Sense of Faith
I woke up and smelled the coffee. I hear a voice saying you never lost me. The optimistic air on my skin ain’t thin. I see a spirit of hope telling me I’ll win.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
I Am No Man
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