Can not I vote more?
I click once, and it goes up
Yet, more do nothing
-- Gattman (Votes: 20)  |
Items from our work
are the subject of many
poems on this here site.
-- Gattman (Votes: 21) |
Empty the water
But do not set off alarm
Or the police come.
-- Gattman (Votes: 20) |
Perhaps time is spent
better when working on
your own web site. Ha!
-- Gattman (Votes: 31) |
Ideas may run out
Then I will have naught to write
String together words
-- Gattman (Votes: 30) |
eighteen holes ahead
the ground is covered in leaves
great things are to come
-- g-dog (Votes: 30) |
half-inch piece of chalk
sitting unused in the tray
never used again
-- Voidious (Votes: 25) |
as autumn descends
one man is unaffected:
he's called "Mega Man"
-- Voidious (Votes: 28) |
serving me all day,
constantly rubbing my hand:
my spiral notebook.
-- Voidious (Votes: 32) |
do you still feel
birds and squirrels on your limbs...
sleeping, leaveless tree?
-- Voidious (Votes: 27) |
bottle of Purell
brings memories of summer...
chilly air tonight.
-- Voidious (Votes: 20) |
night comes with a chill
the party's over for now
until the next time...
-- mediapunk (Votes: 34) |
the old, dying tree
doesn't care what the leaves think...
they will come again
-- Voidious (Votes: 28) |
flowers in autumn:
like a mother too well dressed
for the occasion
-- Voidious (Votes: 27) |
like a waterfall,
the yang breath just pushes on...
even in autumn!
-- Voidious (Votes: 28) |
at the four way stop
our insistent politeness
annoys each other
-- arpeggio (Votes: 20) |
opening my hand
i return the moth
to the darkness
-- arpeggio (Votes: 22) |
grey noon
a lone seagull
flying inland
-- arpeggio (Votes: 19) |
