#favorites
isn't it
silly
I still know
all your
favorites
yet you
look past me
to see
someone
else.
Dec 1, 2025
Dec 1, 2025 at 10:48 AM UTC
Dear City,
Sun wakes you in golden incandescence;
night wraps you in glowing streetlights.
I don't remember when you first stole my heart but I think it were your early mornings, air moist with cold dew and how I ran my finger upon window glasses of those vehicles.
Or most probably it was in the way your evenings glow.
Sometimes you test me with your traffic, sometimes with your unpredictable rains.
Yet even then, I cant stay upset with that smell of earth of your streets.
How is it that I feel so vulnerable in your presence, yet so alive with you?
If home is where the heart lives,
then my heart has already chosen you.
Love,
January
Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 12:44 AM UTC
I found my favorite part of life:
in all its randomness and uncertainties,
we always find our favorites along the way
and we personalize those for ourselves.
It's lovely; we take our own scraps from everything
-- may it be genre of movies, delicacy, fragrance, people --
piece them together,
then own a wholeness that we are.
Although, wholeness is just a euphoric concept;
Some people may feel it, many may be patiently building theirs.
Being complete is a great feeling but it's ceasing life.
Be quirky and wanting -- this is the beauty of life, after all.
I love listing my favorites as much as waiting for the new ones.
Sep 17, 2021
Sep 17, 2021 at 10:37 PM UTC
i remember
your favorite
flower.
do you
remember
my name?
Apr 11, 2021
Apr 11, 2021 at 4:05 PM UTC
There lies a Girl
the grass tickles her skin
The chirps of the crickets in her ears
looks to the sky
And there...
There are the birds
Birds are her favorites
They play with the wind like a friend
With one beat of their wings to new heights
With happy twittering everyone likes
The whole world is theirs
The girl sighs
looks to the empty wheelchair next to her
Birds are her favorites
Apr 2, 2021
Apr 2, 2021 at 6:15 AM UTC
Wrap myself up in Saturday
Tighten the day around me
Relaxation should be fashion
With a stage of people lounging
Letting the week fall away
Wouldn’t that be luxury
A runway show
Of casual mornings, easygoing evenings
Affordability in the convenience
Drink down fancy coffee and hot chocolate
As Saturday becomes a world renowned designer
Of my relaxation
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 12:48 AM UTC
Tiny cheesecake
You are such a delight
A tiny morsel
Three bites all mine
Once I find that pesky fork of mine
Nov 12, 2020
Nov 12, 2020 at 12:12 AM UTC
Her favorite flower was daisies
But I didn't know
Until I was told
To place them on her grave
-theres a reason I think favorite flowers are important
Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 8:06 PM UTC
You don’t like to pick favorites
You dont like to narrow your interests down to one
That should have been my warning
I coundnt be your only love
Dec 10, 2018
Dec 10, 2018 at 12:50 PM UTC
Do you really like my poem?
Does it make you stop an think?
As you read down through the prose
does it reek and start to stink?
Did you click the "like" button
Because you thought it might
Boost ratings for your own verses
well, dam it! that's not Right!
I joined this site
To make things right
with stuff inside my mindset
If your "like"
is true in heart
I thank you for your kindness!
Please move along
Don't get me wrong
I do not like pretenders
Or selfish acts
that serve the purpose
To promote your own agendas
Take some time now
to reflect
on all your true intentions
If what I write
is not your style
Then post your own inventions!
In closing
I would like to say
I thank you for your time
If cheating is
your true intention
You'll suffer for your crime!
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 4:24 PM UTC
My favorites are named like Midnight Rain, with Marshmallow toffee in the Skye.
Beneath Weeping Willow dreams a dream, of Elizabeth and her Squires.
Midst the Rose's Kelly is always found, neath the Sun and Princess shine.
Untill the Star's BG in the background be, glow these favoring words of mine
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 8:56 PM UTC
Eden green eyes,
strawberry red lips,
soft bronze skin,
and spools of ebony
hair that brush her
shoulders. '
A bubbly laugh,
a light touch,
an impish smile,
a queens body,
and a twisted sense
of humor.
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 12:59 PM UTC
I call my shoes doxies
'Cause they really get around
Just like the hookers
In the sleaziest part of town.
They started out rather nice
But now they show their years.
They look so much better
After you’ve had a couple beers.
Come with me, Doxies.
Let's us take us a stroll
To a cheap bar I know.
Not much money in my roll.
I need to meet the kind of gal
Who won't look at my feet
And think I am cool enough
To wink at her on the street.
I still have some swagger left
From when my shoes were new,
And I can still bust some moves
With a fancy step or two.
The shine on my Doxies has not
Stayed as they were long ago
But I'm sure they'll serve me well
For maybe another year or so.
My Doxies are a bit beat up,
But still they have some verve;
Just enough class that we
Can throw a hot babe a curve.
So don't look down on my Doxies;
They're the only shoes I've got.
They get me where I need to go
And I really like them a lot.
Jan 31, 2017
Jan 31, 2017 at 2:31 PM UTC
By Arcassin Burnham
Two crossed lovers with one common goal,
To find their way to each other and bind their souls in gold,
I was told , to find a woman with a peaceful heart,
Must've told myself that , cause nobody would enroll,
The facts of life to be a man and understand all of the urges,
Now stuck in a time where I gotta give myself more courage,
My family always had a hand in all of my contingencies,
I hope these ignorant complacent people stop trying me,
When I have a child of my own, he or she will have the advantage to
Learn things on their own , he or she will know the meaning of respect when
It condones,
He or she will know there won't be any favorites on this throne,
They don't have to know about their grandmother,
Does it bother me in any way to never let my kids see the woman
That should've gave me more love,
Or the woman that locked me away when I needed someone to
Go to , but I had no one,
Thats why I'm leaving everyone,
Bye.
Dec 17, 2016
Dec 17, 2016 at 11:19 AM UTC
raindrops from above
forming into clouds; ignites
twice—the spark of joy
Nov 6, 2016
Nov 6, 2016 at 7:48 AM UTC
My favorite juxtaposition
Is when a city goes totally silent
When the widest streets are empty
And the only sounds are quiet
The bustling stores are still closed
And no one else is walking around
The city looks amazingly different
With only a few men in the ground
The buildings stand tall and silent
While those up late tuck in for the night
And the earliest risers have yet to awake
To meet the ever blinking lights
The signs are as bright as ever
And the lights still work 'round the clock
But not a single bike, car, or man
Can be seen on the city block
I stand on the silent street corner
Feeling the moment rush through me
For stunningly empty cities
Are some of my favorite places to be
Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 9:22 PM UTC
I want to go back
To Crackerjacks
And KoolAid on ice.
Ice cream sandwiches
And Chick O Stick candy.
That would be so nice.
Double feature matinees
At the local movie show
With cartoons in between.
Car crashes and then the
Cliff hanger serials
Were the best we’d ever seen.
Things like snow days, and
Skinny dipping swimming holes
Great on hot summer days.
And matchbook motors
On the spokes of our bikes
After school every day.
Snow cones and soda pop
Then we turned in the bottles
For two pennies to by sweets.
Snowball forts in the winter time
That were serious business
On every neighborhood street.
Things were so simple then
We each had a list of what
We wanted Santa to bring.
Some wanted ritzy stuff
And others only wanted
A **** Tracy decoder ring.
Life was almost all about
Going to school and then
Waiting for classes to let out.
And though there are joys
For grown girls and boys
It felt good to run and shout!
Feb 18, 2016
Feb 18, 2016 at 5:26 PM UTC
I am
my favorite songs,
books,
movies;
I am my hobbies
my preferences
my thoughts
my art.
I am a collection,
a constellation
of the songs I blast
the words I write,
hanging in a starry sky
of thoughts and dreams.
I am the pieces inside me
not my stomach
not my thighs
not the number on the scale.
I am myself and
I am what I love.
I am not what you have assigned to me.
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
I believe in mermaids
That fairies are born through a child's laughter
And you can have a dress from your fairy godmother
I believe it all comes true when you wish upon a star
And one day your prince will save you, even from afar
Santa comes every Christmas time
checking wether you've been naughty or nice
And Neverland can be found just first star to the right
Leigh Herondale August 2015
Aug 13, 2015
Aug 13, 2015 at 12:02 PM UTC
you stand tall
facing the works of art,
Monet and
Renoir and
Van Gogh
all slowly
consuming your thoughts
color by color,
brushstroke by brushstroke
and you have
the nerve
to ask me
to point towards my favorite
masterpiece;
you pessimist,
you train wreck,
it's always been you.
Copyright © 2015 Alyssa Packard
All Rights Reserved
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
You’re like an ocean for you always look calm.
But I know behind it is a girl on fire in town.
A woman who is being idolized by everyone;
For you got your word voiced out even if it’s troublesome sometime.
Your personality is like your favorite seaweed.
Spicy yet it gives something to cherish.
You’re like your favorite ramen noodles.
Mind with worries feels like doodled.
You are the sweetness to my bitterness.
By just your wiggling eyebrows, it causes happiness.
You are the chili to every made kimchi.
Always looks fine even if it’s orangey.
Your mood somehow blends with your favorite colors;
You have adopted the calmness of the blue sky; the balancing aura of gray;
The peacefulness of white; brown’s friendliness in a simple way.
These interesting sides of yours will always be remembered.
You are the sour taste in a homemade sinigang.
The happiness I felt in every chocolate’s bite.
You are the coldness in my ice cream;
That balances the feeling that is in warm.
Your dramas are amazing just like your Korean films.
Those songs I love to hear whenever you start to hymn.
You’re proving enough that there is this thing called forever.
I would miss your cheerful smiles and long your crazy laughter.
© Quenniebells, 2015
Apr 11, 2015
Apr 11, 2015 at 6:31 AM UTC
Can I be your favorite color?
The color that shines through (y)our bedroom window at three in the morning reminding us that time is,indeed, still passing, the moon, the sun and the stars all conspiring to keep us awake as the walls and sheets whisper soft words into our hearts
Let me be your favorite color
The color of the sky outside at night when I can't pull you in close enough.
Paint with me- give my tone a false meaning and lets watch the other artists be baffled at the depth in the shading
Can I be your favorite color?
It's alright to have a dash of color in such a grey world. Let me be comfort in the dark and light up your night-let any shade of me alter your mood.
Let me be your favorite color.
Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 1:29 AM UTC