What will be, will be The universe knows what it's doing I say nonchalantly, is it convincing? I’ve never been a big believer
By AJ2 years ago in Poets
You never know, what's inside if it's spicy or if it's mild if it's mutton or if it's peas. You do know, though that the sound it makes
By Hummingbird2 years ago in Poets
In the quiet moments, grief holds its sway, A wish echoes softly, for more time to stay. Dad, your absence profound, leaves a void in life’s rhyme,
By Scott Grim2 years ago in Poets
Pastel Macaron sweets, eye candy so bright, A luxurious treat, of decadent delight , A gift from France, albeit Italy too,
By Daphsam2 years ago in Poets
I need me a fix of a snack that hits and really kicks. Hook me up with a big bag of trail mix. Blame my taste buds. They’re the ones to hold at fault for my love of that giant bag of sugar and salt.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Poets
Crunchy chocolate cookies and cream Frothy glass of milk for dunking A taste supreme, layered daydream Childhood Snack King
By D.K. Shepard2 years ago in Poets
The taste of raspberries always reminds me of my grandma. Of spoonfuls of freezer jam in my oatmeal (that she made from the raspberry bushes in her backyard, and maybe from
By Colton Babladelis2 years ago in Poets
I’m a chameleon One in a million Which only means there are a thousand others like me You may not like me My skin is rough
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
Life is hell I’m just a ghost in a shell No one to know me No one to tell My story to Because they can’t relate Is this my fate
You are my drums, my racing heart the tempo that keeps me alive. With each tap, I sense the start of a croon that’ll thrive.
By Talia Devora2 years ago in Poets
*[This piece was first published in the book called, Butter Tea and Banana Soup: Food as Identity in a prose form, for the purpose of this blog post, I have edited it into a poem]*
By Parwana Fayyaz2 years ago in Poets
When I felt dismayed because the day had been grey, Or if smoking weed left me with a desperate need to feed, I’d crack open the pantry and make a delicious snack.
By Kenny Penn2 years ago in Poets
