New LimerickThere was a poison tester called Smith,New Limerick10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Desert Down UnderWelcome to Australia,Desert Down Under20 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
land of sun and thonged feet.
Where you'll find the Drop bear,
and swelter in the heat.
It's said our hairy spiders
are as big as a man's head!
But our biggest is the Huntsman.
If it's not, I'd drop dead!
Yes I think we're a hardy bunch,
battling fires and killer fish.
Enduring Summer with hoses;
but this might be a myth.
Let me talk about flip-flops.
Well, here we call them thongs.
And sunny days in our shorties,
drinking and singing loud songs.
There's a legend 'bout the Dunny
and Red Backs on the seat.
Don't get caught without paper
or you'll wipe with your feet!
And what about the Bunyip?
Oh, he's a good friend of mine.
Sits with the billy on the porch,
and helps me waste my time.
Dailey poem 5 TacosTacos!Dailey poem 5 Tacos16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh how I love them
I just adore tacos in the shell or wrap
Tacos are teh best thing since sliced bread
For the love of teh Taco!
I live by the taco,for the taco,and read the taco
We all must go by tacoism
Such meaningful religion
No one shall go hungry!
Meat free tacos for everyone!
All tacos shall come in a specially wrapped gift box
And we shall share the joy with the world
You're not specialHave you ever been beguiled by aspirations that gibed the advent of a meaningful, wayward existence?You're not special16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
So has everybody. You're not special in that respect. Thinking deeper, you're not even special at all.
Were you not aware that everything, with the scantest of awareness, vindicates? You're not special.
It is your frivolous discontent of your waywardness that exacerbates any special potential you may have.
You may think you sway in solitary, however, everyone plays this game. You are not special. So quit bitchin'!
PoetryPoems are read,Poetry17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Epics are too.
This one's overdone,
Too bad, boo hoo.
The truth is pure
Lies laced in gold.
Your mother is huge,
Your father is old.
What is a word,
That none ever use?
Think of a few,
You pick and choose.
This poem stinks,
Written in shame,
Next time will be different,
Next time not a game.