I feel like I’m chosen Stayed away from the ocean One of many fears deep down…. Will be frozen But that Is not my notion
By Haychie_Artistabout 2 hours ago in Poets
I don’t get it. As far as I can tell, there just isn’t any meaning. What if you brought along the need for such existential gleaning?
By Gabriel Huizengaabout 3 hours ago in Poets
I'll be drinking alone tonight. Alone. Loneliness...What is there for me to do on a Friday night?To have fun, and I kind of need it.
By Sleeping Pills about 7 hours ago in Poets
"Why all the griping? Either stare or start typing?" "Not everyone has your drive, I'm busier than a beehive." "This is hard. Do we have to keep rhyming?”
By Natasja Roseabout 17 hours ago in Poets
dynamysticistics and minor inconveniences about his love for my wisdom, always write in the way of his artifice. no brakes;
By ⸘jason alan‽about 20 hours ago in Poets
“What’s this? A struggling snack caught in my web?” “No, no! I’m not a snack, just air, I swear!” “A wind are you? Just air that flows and ebbs?”
By Kenny Pennabout 20 hours ago in Poets
Past: Hey you remember that one time, when we... Present: Don’t! Future: What? What happened? Present: I dare you, let's not talk about it.
By Jess Sabout 22 hours ago in Poets
Okay, time for bed Snack You just had a snack, time for bed Snack, yeah, snack Okay one snack, then time for bed Wiggles
By Randy Rileya day ago in Poets
don't know why but it is the easiest for me to whip out a rhyme or poem it's your monkeyitis says him monkeyitis huh yaaa
By Denise E Lindquista day ago in Poets
🙋♂️“Did you hear a scream?!” 🙋♀️ “Yes I was the one who screamed! A mouse just ran across the room from that cabinet! a-a-A mouse!!!”
By VJHDa day ago in Poets
A man's life is no straight, no free bird- Being a man, I draw them even with difficulty because they are wet. A man means a thousand responsibilities, whether he is young or old.
By Kabir Khana day ago in Poets
In moonlit whispers, shadows dance, A tender glance, a stolen chance, Her eyes, a sea, deep and wide, Pull me gently, like the tide.
By Rony Sutradara day ago in Poets