I used to think that Autocorrect was such a nifty tool, Always pointing out each misspelled, incorrect word. Automatically correcting each blatantly obvious mistake.
By Mother Combs3 years ago in Poets
Skipping class, what a thrill To lounge around, enjoy the chill School can be dreadfully boring So we sneak out without warning
By Vikas Singh3 years ago in Poets
As the golden sun begins to rise, A child's tears fall from their eyes. The thought of school fills them with dread,
From the heights of Mount Everest To the depths of the Marianas Trench I shall walk, run, climb, swim and dive You cannot keep me on the bench!
By Andrew C McDonald3 years ago in Poets
On a cold blustery day, I took off my coat. Not a hanger I found, not even remote. I searched high and low, not one hung around,
By J. S. Wade3 years ago in Poets
My hand engulfs our daughter's Her tiny little paws Little freckles that are mine And fingers that are yours Her hair started out your colour
By Sian N. Clutton3 years ago in Poets
I Hate Brain Fog Fruit at the bottom of yogurt, mix that shit up. When someone mixes up my tea and milk ratio. Hello, it's tea, not milk water.
By Erica Jordan3 years ago in Poets
In a tapestry of existence, humans thrive, With passions and dreams that keep us alive. We laugh and we weep, our hearts intertwined,
By Ken Freeck3 years ago in Poets
In the realm of sniffles and sneezes, Where tissues reign and fever freezes, A tale unfolds of a weary soul, Bound by the grip of a chilling cold.
By Jeff koli3 years ago in Poets
A lost, forgotten script of beautiful and ghostlike calligraphy lovingly, teasingly displays the public mask made of eccentric but calculated yet artistic
By Jennisea Standing Rock3 years ago in Poets
In a world of faith, where spirits soar, Where doubts dissolve and fears adore, I find solace in a guiding light, A steadfast trust, in God's embrace bright.
By Franklin 3 years ago in Poets
In your pain and tears, I've been there, a faithful friend, Just like a bear named Ted, our bond won't ever end. Since the day we first met, I saw you as dear,
By Miguel Ramirez3 years ago in Poets
