Smith Rock was home to righteous folk, of honest work and vigor. Strong wooden houses built up strong along the woods and river.
By Matthew Martinez2 years ago in Poets
I am on cloud nine, I met an awesome woman last night, A beautiful plus sized creature, Full of spunk and tenacity, A plus in my book,
By Tambourine Man2 years ago in Poets
Take a look I’m hooked on books I like to write poems That flow like rainbows In the drifts Riffs in my mind’s eye Weaving truths with every lie
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
METAMORPHOSIS LIKE A BUTTERFLY I SEE THE TRUTH SINCE MY BIRTH OF BEING BORN FROM A COCOON OF WORTH THE COCOON WAS MY MOM’S WOMB
By Vicki Lawana Trusselli 2 years ago in Poets
Deciphering the odyssey of the absolved glee, I traced the bounty trail of light that no one could see. Embracing the silence of darkness as the solitude danced in the hours of plight,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
Pizza rolls between my toes Gushers exploding as I bite the ends Doritos were really neato But not as fun as a pocket full of Cheetos
Muscles are odd, they move, On their own, except, For an exceptional few, With a lifetime of psychiatric, Drugs, in the system,
Blessed are the makers Especially those that shakedown the takers In a world full of fakers They are the ones that capture the vaper
She is awesome, Taylor, by name, In the county of Abilene, far from the justice system, Wearing a pink ribbon in a bygone era,
The unkind atrocity of kindness On nights that are filled with darkness and despair, Where the blanket bites under the coldness of the swaying air.
Empty souls Trying to fill the hole The void All to avoid the reality There is no amount of alcohol, drugs, or roids to make the pain go away
Man has got time Extra for art The poetic rhyme Now let us start It started in the cave Art drys your throat They paint by spitting leaves, Engrave
By Karun 2 years ago in Poets
