An imaginative journey, with a lot of good phrases in it.
Everyone wants to write a poem that has the solution to the world in it, that's okay. As a poem though, you might want to use thinner...
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An imaginative journey, with a lot of good phrases in it.
Everyone wants to write a poem that has the solution to the world in it, that's okay. As a poem though, you might want to use thinner...
Whispering raindrops
Upon my uplifted face
I forgot my pills
I love this, particularly the first half. Terrific line breaks. Anybody loves a body, but jam and cream fit well into a jam-filled dream.
Lost: A situation involving socks pining for their ex-partners.
Salacious:
Ruling class: A special class in an elite school where future leaders go to network with each other.
Quark:
Oh dear, sorry Danik. Did I touch a nerve there?
Taxes: A tool used by the ruling class to foster unequal wealth distribution.
Melody: Harmony's annoying younger sister.
Fiscal Deficit:
archive: An ancient edible species related to the shallot and leek.
cacophony:
Universe: A type of unicorn that recites poetry to young women.
Definite:
Brainteaser: An quick injection of tea directly into the cerebrum. Perfect to stimulate emotions and thoughts involved in the writing of poetry. 'Brainteasing' may lead to serious infection, madness...
I'm a little shocked and surprised that no one has commented on this poem, JB. I love the repetition of the title word, and the repetition of the -ing ending in the last few lines. I also really like...
Gold: A soft mineral sometimes used by Bond villains to cover women or guns. Often sent into space.
E-book:
Runcible
Oh well. I'll just quote a poem by Anthony J. Mahavoric:
Setting goals
is the first step
in turning the invisible
into the visible.
It is in the moments
of decision
that your destiny
Neighbor: Someone who lives near horses.
Brooch:
This is not a prose poem, but a prose sermon.
Snarky: The cousin of Malarky
Crepuscular
Of course. Although I would not be as able a climber as once I was.
If you could upload your memories and sense of self to a realistic computer simulation just before death, would you?
None. What a terrible thing to do!
How many short stories have you read in the last month?
I very evocative view from behind your aviators. I love the lines that end with contracts. Apple is the Devil.
I'm wondering whether the sky is packed with hedonists and spirits, or whether the...
miss blp.
Here's my bad poem:
Shadows of the tongues of supercalifragilistic occupation
Demand obsequious scatters of scat
left on my doorstep, shining
like desserted Hope, proud and...
tentacle
A happy and helter-skelter human.
clitoris
I think you're alliterating yourself into the realms of nonsense poetry now. It isn't supposed to be funny is it?