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Ray Dunn Apr 20
Sink with me—
down the drain...
Just let the water
cleanse old stains
Basically a massive-*** pun. Also kittens deserve better even if they’re treated the absolute best they still deserve better
South America:
It's not cold down there, only
a little chile
i cackle at this like a witch i tell you
Joe Bandini Mar 30
In any case
The state of Things
The Morose state
The state without T
It's a onomatopoeia
The T of the state
This is the term
Terminus
Minus
Finished
Born to be finished
In any case
The state is at
Its term
This is the state of the state
Made to be T
To be finished
Because the state of things
The state without T
This is the state
The state that buries itself
The state that stubbornly
and buries
And tangled in our heads
The state
In any case
It must be cut
Cut off the head
Whether the state is without
Headless
And without land
Without land mined
It's air mined
of lead
It's no, it's no
It's no, in any case
We have to bury him
So that the state without T
The state of Things
In any case
So that the State without T
At its end
Has his T
To end him
To bury him.
A Psalmist Feb 27
They pat me on my head and feed me some food
When I run into the rain to fetch them their fruit.
Dripping on their porch, I give them their prize
Then they close their door as I remain outside.
My tail no longer wagging, "Good boy" they call me
But I am a watered melancholy watermelon collie.
What part of any of that is good?
Sam Dec 2018
her
she was far too sweet
like a tooth-ache on two feet
whispering sweet muffins in my ear
savoury refrains on drury lane

she was a pain au chocolat in the ***
but (if i'm not sugarcoating) eye candy
she'd kinder suprise me
that she was kinder than many can be
Maya Oct 2018
the hens
have raised their fowl fists,
protested the pecking order,
debated the Cuckoo Clucks Clan,
and started a coup in the coop.
they have a bird's eye view from their fort,
truly an eggcelent perch to reside in while they gather resources and
duck when enemies fire.
joining is a nestcessary evil to end the corruption.
so, my dear,
please don't chicken out.
i have sinned. i have faced god and walked backwards into **** writing this poem. forgive me please i couldn't resist.
Jessica Ford Oct 2018
Oh, the primary color that makes me feel,
How is it you compose me to seem unreal.

The way you make my lips pop,
And how often we make traffic stop.

I think of you when I rage,
Occupying my mind, while on rampage.

The thought of passion brings me to you,
With roses entangled around, if you only knew.

Garnishing my physique in extravagant ways,
That ruby you put on my finger, wow, I must say.

Wrapped around my skin, vibrant as ever
Red, you make me feel oh so clever.

Dominate, what you are perceived to be,
But warmth, is what you bring to me.

Running through my veins, and pumping my heart.
This life you're giving me, please never part.

On, Valentine’s, the day that is ours,
We’ll lay back, and stare up at Mars.

Red, there is no doubt I love you, my body in it all,
You add meaning to my life, and that will never fall.

The End.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Sweat drips from my brow
A grain of salt that I knead
How I adough you
The title was intentional loool
Just felt like making a small loaf of bread today, something I haven't done since my high school days!
(Man, I forgot how hard it was! I really am lazy haha!)
Lyn ***
Sam Jun 2018
i fall in love like i get sick
it happens on some idle tuesday
after a night in the rain

come sit at my bedside
and have a cup of tea
i'm a little low on love
and more than low on vitamin c

i kiss like i cough
and i **** like a shiver
with a weeze
and a nose running rivers
i'll wear my heart on my sneeze
sleeves
Mary-Eliz May 2018
With Poe-try you can surely
get your Words' worth
So many words are waiting
like a Wolfe at your door,
for their Cummings into being.

If you listen, they Pound
upon your brain
They Lamb-aste your viscera,
making you Nash your teeth.
They create a Millay in your head.
So many shapes, so many Hughes

******* for Moore they Lear
at you when you least expect.
Look back at them!

Like Frost upon the windowpane
they write themselves,
then, when all is said and Donne
melt away too soon.

Grasp them when you can.
Put them in a Rowe
Taylor
them to your muse,
use your Whit, man !
Dusted off out of the "archives".
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