Ode

Love Language
One language understood by everyone This is the utterance of love_ That grows with the substance of life; It gives off a fragrance of beauty,
By Stephen Lightpen2 years ago in Poets
If You Forget Me
"I want to share something with you. Have you at any point encountered that feeling where the gem moon or the red parts of harvest time gradually movie external the window,
By Bishnu Kumar 2 years ago in Poets
Snickers
May I have your attention? I’d really love to kick a bar. Some slam poetry, an ode to the snickers bar. You can’t keep me from them, so unhand me.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Work Time
It’s all becoming clearer It’s all smoke and mirrors As everything draws nearer We pretend to do the right thing But life’s queerer than it seems
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Wilderness
They think I’m always on the hunt Always on the prowl But usually I’m just sitting here Thinking Pondering in this wilderness I call my brain
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Well, shit
I don’t know where to start. Maybe I wanna be yours will break the ice. I know you like honesty. I really don't believe in bullshitting. So I'm just going to get right to the point. Now that we've cleared up how you feel about me, (you like like me). I'm going to one up you; because I love you so.
By AJ2 years ago in Poets
Fruit Roll-Ups
When this tasty snack calls my name I gotta show up. I eat a million and one of them before I start to throw up. That might not happen. Worse case? I just blow up.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Potato Sticks. Top Story - March 2024.
If this snack was a drug I’d have to take a hit. Life just ain’t life for me without a jar of potato sticks. Trust and believe when I get em, I’ve got em’.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Slush Puppies Reflection
“Is your tongue blue or green?” The kids in my neighborhood would scream. It often looked like mush. I shared one with my first crush.
By C. H. Richard2 years ago in Poets
Life's Sweet Gestures
Remembering fondly from childhood over and over. The pillowy softness and toasted sweet cover. Those flecks of coconut slivers with the nutty flavor.
By Suzanne Allen 2 years ago in Poets
Chowabunga
In the era of childhood dreams where memories brightly gleam There dwells a snack, a treasure bold in the stories we still hold.
By Scott C Lillard2 years ago in Poets
The Almighty Sandwich
Butter me up and sandwich me with love We may have no money, but fun we must Find joy in simple, for the boy I am Making food from hand as good as one can
By Simon George2 years ago in Poets