Family
Graysonasaurous
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 5 days ago in PoetsWhat Makes a Mother?
Brown woman, white children Many will say that is not her cub, But a mother is more than biological birth; It is the nurturing nature of a Woman.
Sofia Loren PerezPublished 5 days ago in PoetsIn Fugacious Bliss
hold me captive, and Stop - i n h a l e the fresh May breeze in fugacious b l i s s * Thanks for reading! Author's Notes: While trying to think of something for Mike's awesome challenge, I came up with this senryu...It's a bit cheerier and romantic, much like my recent poem, For Ruth. Enjoy!
Paul StewartPublished 5 days ago in Poets- AI-Generated
Puddle Jumping
Oh lovely puddle Your depths do befuddle Small ponds on the road I run to collect my umbrella and coat Grateful for my boots
Donna Fox (HKB)Published 5 days ago in Poets 8 principles for success when you encounter difficulty
The French philosopher Bridin once told a short story about a hungry donkey standing between two bales of hay. The grass on the left was fresh, and the grass on the right was rich. The donkey ran into a problem, not knowing which side to eat first, and finally starved to death.
Emily Chan - Life and love sharingPublished 5 days ago in Poetslizard king
8:14 just me and mummy cleaning cheerios off the kitchen floor and I put on my shoes pull the velcro strips a few times
Beth SarahPublished 5 days ago in PoetsRaindrop Serenade
Softly falls the gentle rain, Tapping on my window pane. Each drop whispers, "Hello! friend," Bringing comfort without end.
Father
Haven't been home for a long time Looking at my father’s face that is no longer young I thought a lot I get angry more easily than my father
Brian WongPublished 6 days ago in PoetsIs the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society?
Is the beauty of realism a facet of truth or the prescribed norm of society? The beauty of the strides reckons itself like the clock work's step
Hridya SharmaPublished 6 days ago in Poets"Meet Hadro from Jersey's Shore"
In the twilight dawn of ancient shores, Hadro, a Hadrosaur, from Jersey's core, With his family by his side, so true, Journeyed north where the skies are blue.
Exclusively Speaking with Love'Nia ReneePublished 6 days ago in PoetsSubmarine
Everyone is so worried about keeping their boat afloat In hopes life will keep them off the ropes But I’m just a slick and lean submarine
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 days ago in PoetsSavage
Just a savage Trying to live average But these scavengers are ravenous Thank you for reading my work. If you enjoyed this story, there’s more below. Please hit the like and subscribe button, you can follow me on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @AtomicHistorian. To help me create more content, leave a tip or become a pledged subscriber. I also make stickers, t-shirts, etc here.
Atomic HistorianPublished 6 days ago in Poets