Ode

Self-Promotion
Self promotion is the worst It’s rowing against the ocean Not just one tide Fighting every fish It’s a free for all
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Purple Machine
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
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
O Beautiful Bibliophile
As many beautiful spectacles exist as there are spectators But it does not follow that every spectacle is beautiful Consider a soiled diaper, or a rotting onion, or a fascist political rally
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Embracing the Eternal Now: The Illusion of Time:
\ In a world where time is often viewed as a linear progression from past to future, we find ourselves constantly yearning for what lies ahead. The illusion of time, with its promises of tomorrow's fulfillment, lures us into a perpetual cycle of anticipation and longing. But what if we could break free from this relentless pursuit of the future? What if we could live beyond the limitations of time and embrace the richness of the present moment?
By Christopher Ezeh2 years ago in Poets
~ What does a Girl Do?~
~What does a Girl Do?~ What does a girl do, When she knows What she wants to do? What does a girl do When she knows What she wants is you?
By Jennifer Cooley2 years ago in Poets
Violaceous
Purple like foxglove on the roadside in July Purple as lilac blooms off the front porch on my birthday Purple of periwinkles uncovered while raking the far edges of our yard
By Auntie Licious2 years ago in Poets
Lucy's Language
Her language ranges from scratchy little syllables to singing critter bliss and chirps made on impact Paragraphs shared
By Auntie Licious2 years ago in Poets
~Snow Angels~
~Snow Angels!~ Seasons come and Seasons Go But winter is the one that's best Putting young and old to the test, Over whose Snow Angel is the BEST?
By Jennifer Cooley2 years ago in Poets
It’s Not About the Money
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
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
The ABCs of the Universe
Absurdity is the catalyst of Becoming. A Cacophony of noise, Destruction, Epiphanies. Fundamentally, creation is Gross,
By Trinity H2 years ago in Poets
~A to Z This is Me!~
~ A to Z This Is Me!~ Amazing and Accomplished, is what this life has come to be, with all the odds against me, I still came through, and though you'd think I'd be satisfied with all that I've done, I still dream of the dreams of what I want yet still to come; and how helping others in the end in all that I have to tell, will be the sunshine and the rays in that new day when the reward of these words and what they do for others will be the final glory!
By Jennifer Cooley2 years ago in Poets
Nutmeg
Always excited to see me, barking and wagging your tail. "Come here boy! Daddy's home." Everyday, the same. Family first.
By Hummingbird2 years ago in Poets