Sat On A Rock In a little spot, where fishes play, Danny lit his joint, letting troubles drift away. With a cheeky grin and a carefree sigh,
By George’s Girl 2026 about a month ago in Poets
Paddington Visits Wales Paddington stepped down from the train at Cardiff in the rain, His little red hat tilted bravely against the wind,
The Collection of Broken Hearts In the moonlit dark, where shadows play, A man collects hearts thrown away. With a sack on his back, he silently treads,
Who named him Romeo !? I would think every person on the planet knows Juliet !? But why would we name people "Romeo" - like I'm not sure ever person understands the problem !?
By 365poetryabout a month ago in Poets
A very wicked, deceitful man, With a silver tongue, he made his plan. He spoke in lies, and wore a smile, But deep inside, he’d hurt awhile.
Inspiration can be a double edged sword, a comforting companion to an absent acquaintance. - It can be a tidal wave of promising passion,
By Alexander Stoddartabout a month ago in Poets
My dad was a Coal Miner, a Coal Miner at Bold Coal dust killed him off long before he got old He had been down the pit from 14 years old
His Ashes Went Down The Toilet She waited until the house was quiet at last, no footsteps, no temper turning in the hall.
When War Has Ceased, Bring Peace To My Heart When war has ceased and the last cry falls silent, Let the earth loosen the smoke from her weary breath.
I felt a funny feeling last week - I thought it was gas!? I felt a funny feeling when I went to the store to purchase the realest thing possible !?
A Soldier He Served His Time In Bombay 1939 My uncle fought in Bombay 1939, when the world was breaking not behind a desk
No Glory in the Trenches Mud to their knees and worse inside, they crouched beneath a gunmetal sky. Rats knew their names. They came at night,
By George’s Girl 2026 2 months ago in Poets
