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Chowabunga
In the era of childhood dreams where memories brightly gleam There dwells a snack, a treasure bold in the stories we still hold.
Scott C LillardPublished 16 minutes ago in PoetsOde to the Blender
In the heart of the kitchen, it stands so proud, A blender, silent yet speaks aloud. Whirling, swirling, it dances with might,
Mahbub RehmanPublished 18 minutes ago in PoetsThe Moment I Knew He was the One
The moment I laid eyes on him, I felt my heart skip a beat. I knew right away that this person was going to be someone important in my life. He had an aura of calm confidence about him that drew me in, and his warm smile and gentle eyes made me feel at ease. As we talked, I was struck by how easy it was to open up to him. There was no judgment, no pretense, just a genuine interest in what I had to say.
Eren AhmedPublished 20 minutes ago in PoetsIf I Could Taste Memories
If I could taste memories, I’d like them all sweet, like favourite penny-candy or home-baked date treats. If I could taste memories, I’d love them so snug,
Cathy holmesPublished 21 minutes ago in PoetsFallen
Vagrancy for the few that squander life away, As the tide turns for the umbrella among us, Fading into gas masks, Through this wasted life we call our own,
Tambourine ManPublished 21 minutes ago in PoetsExpire like a can of SPAM
I'm suddenly so tired. Just moments prior I lived, I hustled. Today has given me a reason To think that I might perish -
Salomé SaffiriPublished 23 minutes ago in PoetsUmami Crackers
A special, sticky treat from the Japanese market where my family shopped every Sunday: mixed, crisp crackers painted
Alison McBainPublished 39 minutes ago in Poetssmooth like butta
satisfied. accepted. euphoric. happy. show me the bread and pass the butter; I always want to feel this way. -- it might be a pile of flour, water, and salt, but I was always satisfied.
Courtney AnnPublished 43 minutes ago in PoetsSummer Night Perfect Occasion
Summer night Perfect occasion Sea breeze, Piná Coladas Where have you been waiting What lengths am I willing to go
Ice Cream Memories
The summer afternoon calm Shattered by the musical draw Of Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star Or Turkey in the Straw Lured out of hiding by
Morgan Rhianna BlandPublished 44 minutes ago in PoetsThe Buddha's Bowl of Rice
There once was a prince named Siddhartha who, much like his people, felt ill content of life and so took it upon himself,
Rajkumarie DeviPublished 44 minutes ago in PoetsSpring Symphony: A Poetic Ode to Feathered Visitors
Spring is on the horizon, songbirds are in flight, and the acrostic poem is spreading its wings and ready to take flight!