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"!
By 365poetry2 months 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!
An old note of mine started and ended with a title an idea I lost: To Avoid An Existential Crisis Never Do This. But you can't avoid an existential crisis,
By Avocado Nunzella BSc (Psych) -- M.A.P 2 months 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".
In the ring of thirty dreams, the rumble calls, Entrants rise at timed decree, two by two they start, Over the top rope, the fallen take their falls.
By Clyde E. Dawkins2 months ago in Poets
George Formby‘s Tune Didn’t need a book to teach him words found him, cheek first in smoke halls and sticky floors where the punchlines rolled
By George’s Girl 2026 2 months 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 Cadma2 months ago in Poets
Honeycomb Ring Cheered on, a crag exits out into the void We’ll pretend to act to avoid Tumbling it twists along its outlandish journey
By Gagarin2 months ago in Poets
Someday, I will be better! Someday, I will beat people, tell them what I want in life - just because it's better! Someday, the things that I've been told made perfect sense!
In 1998, he said, my head hurts, after driving for at least 1 hour! In 1998 he said, you didn't even ask how I am doing, after driving for 1 hour!
Valentine's is coming up - who shall I commit my words to!? Valentine's is coming up - I hate this day, I truly hate the way....
Indian autumn feels muted, but spring is vibrant. The woodlands come alive with blazing orange blooms of palash, the flame of the forest.
By Seema Patel2 months ago in Poets
