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Father Time Working The New Math
Ten turned into 20 And then 20 doubled up 40 settled into 50 until time took another jump Now 50’s barely hanging on And 60’s waiting in the wings
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 2 hours ago in PoetsFantastic Experience About Walking In The Bank oF River During Sunset
The riverside is transformed into a canvas with the most gorgeous brushstrokes of nature's colour pallet as the golden tones of the setting sun gradually flow over the still waters. Every step you take on the velvety earth seems to be a whispered promise of peace, luring you into a world where time stands still and cares vanish into the dusk.
Nahid SultanaPublished about 4 hours ago in PoetsGraysonasaurous
He was her little dinosaur Green makeup on his face He practiced on his little roar As he ran about the place He stomped across the hallway
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 12 hours ago in PoetsA little poetry in the funs of german sandstorms
Hey everybody, my name is Chris, from germany so english is not my native language. I hope my stories never miss,
Christian MillerPublished about 13 hours ago in PoetsThunderous Footsteps
In ancient lands of fern and fauna, Lived a creature, massive in form, A mighty Brachiosaurus, strong and tall, Its story begins, a prehistoric dawn.
Faceless LimPublished about 14 hours ago in PoetsDino Dancers
In a land of ancient ferns and moss, Where time itself was lost, Dinosaurs roamed with mighty grace, In a prehistoric dance.
Digi Dragon 05Published about 14 hours ago in PoetsThe ABC's Of DINO'S
Amy always admired amateur axe throwing Archery, aerobics and on occasion, air hockey Admittedly she thought she'd be absolutely amazing
Kelli Sheckler-AmsdenPublished about 15 hours ago in PoetsRocky Jim and the Yellow Things
There was a stegosaurus His name was Rocky Jim He found it really tricky Each time he tried to swim Towards the ripe bananas
Tammy WakefordPublished about 16 hours ago in PoetsT-Wreckx-n-Effect
Yo, I'm mother effing Tyrannosaurus Rex Just look at my sexy green scaly pecs The Laramidian mighty predator apex Tho' I got tiny brains, tiny hands
Paul StewartPublished about 16 hours ago in PoetsAncient Echoes
In towering canyons, I now roam, A relic from a distant home. Amidst the city's ceaseless throng, I am the echo of a primal song.
Billie Jo
Billie Jo Likes to frolic really slow Through the garden Tiptoeing on toes of ten So that she doesn’t crush the flowers
Mother CombsPublished about 18 hours ago in PoetsCONSTANTLY SEEKING
A flower doesn't bloom on command. She wants your time.
Miss CatherinePublished about 19 hours ago in Poets