In fair Nigeria, where Michael doth reside, A wordsmith true, with tales he doth provide. His passion for writing, a flame burning bright,
By okpala michael3 years ago in Poets
Don’t I love to play ball. I love to play ball. Squirrel! Trees are where the squirrels go. Ruff! Ruff! I see that squirrel.
By Calista Marchand-Nazzaro3 years ago in Poets
Destination upended Intersection just blended Stop sign was offended Traffic never too splendid Radio is commended
By Tony Baca3 years ago in Poets
my family lives far really it's me that lives far they are over there . . . [5/28/23] . . .
By kory salajka3 years ago in Poets
I wonder why I wake up several times to go and pee I wonder why they label things so small I cannot see I wonder if I took my meds, I don’t remember when
By Earl W. Pearl3 years ago in Poets
On Corn on the Cob Day we cheer, For that golden, delicious ear. With butter and salt, It’s a summertime halt, To savor today and all year!
By J. P. Jai3 years ago in Poets
Dave, I Somehow Together Racing Attention shifting… Chaos Thoughts In and Out Never too calm
By Sady Bayne 3 years ago in Poets
Twas the night before Christmas, with a comic twist, Santa's workshop was in chaos, oh what a list! The reindeer were tangled in tinsel galore,
By Henry3 years ago in Poets
In a world of laughter, here's a rhyme, A short and funny poem, to pass the time. With whimsical words and playful jest, Let's embark on a humorous quest.
In the realm of light and dreams, where visions dance, I tread upon a path, my heart entranced. The topic at hand, a memory profound,
By Mr Addy3 years ago in Poets
Amidst the stillness of a somber day, A single raindrop descends on its way, From clouds above, it gracefully falls, In nature's symphony, its voice calls.
Denver is a mile high, almost reaching to the sky, Indianapolis is 500 around, all of which touch the ground, Seattle has its rainy days, not much time for outside play,
By Moe Radosevich3 years ago in Poets
