Here I sit Working as hard as I can Parts squeaking and grinding Everything overheating Everyday they use me Abuse me
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
As I climbed inside of you You I thought I became harmless I took up arms Against all that would do me harm I fought every battle I could
Introduction While going through Vocal's Poetry tags for some reason. Pantoum caught my eye. I thought I would investigate it and the second result is below.
By Mike Singleton đź’ś Mikeydred 2 years ago in Poets
Amidst the hustle of the city streets, Banknotes flutter in the air like confetti. Coins clink in pockets, a symphony of wealth,
By Arief Fakhriza2 years ago in Poets
Belief is the elixir of dreams, In the shadow of looms, Bathing in faith is embracing ethereal serenity, Leading you with inscrutable intuition,
By Hridya Sharma2 years ago in Poets
I owe that Doctor Bird an apology. Icicles drip from his long, streamer tails. Alone, perched against a snowy backdrop.
By Randy Baker2 years ago in Poets
Acorns abound on the ground Baking bread makes a wondrous sound Cooling cookies crackle and pop as we Drop more doughnuts in oil
Sitting here Pondering life All it’s struggle and strife Wondering if any of it is worthwhile Wandering through this wilderness
I see you for what you are The magic you hide from the world A magic that only those pure of heart can see You try to hide it
Self promotion is the worst It’s rowing against the ocean Not just one tide Fighting every fish It’s a free for all
Numbers trickling down pages A song of sages Machine elves dancing through our minds Yet, there is nothing to find An enigma lost to time
I often sit and ponder What’s in a dollar Not what is it made of But what it makes for us Often it’s very little And it’s only getting smaller
