• Doesn't a poem have to be read at least twice before being considered red?

    Thoughts “Words” are the leaves that grow From branches in the mind And cover our thoughts with color, And always fall... in time— “Poems” are the lawn beneath Where we hide in the shade And our souls frolic bare footed, Catching the thoughts... once made— “Time” is yellowed paper That holds them forever Or at least long... show more
    Thoughts “Words” are the leaves that grow From branches in the mind And cover our thoughts with color, And always fall... in time— “Poems” are the lawn beneath Where we hide in the shade And our souls frolic bare footed, Catching the thoughts... once made— “Time” is yellowed paper That holds them forever Or at least long enough, for us, To forget them... never—
    12 answers · Poetry · 5 years ago
  • Okay, so what's the "new" standard for "starring" questions?

    I joined Y!A back in 1967 when it first started and I've noticed people aren't as star giving as back then.
    I joined Y!A back in 1967 when it first started and I've noticed people aren't as star giving as back then.
    5 answers · Polls & Surveys · 5 years ago
  • Can anybody give me a more stronger metaphor to use?

    I writ this for my girlfriend; she'll be a senior next year and I'll only be a 10th grader again...I'm really trying to impress her cousin here. Baby, I love you only I can not tell you how much. The Sun on my canvas only represents your touch; it does not represent the feelings, emotions, and such. God only made several... show more
    I writ this for my girlfriend; she'll be a senior next year and I'll only be a 10th grader again...I'm really trying to impress her cousin here. Baby, I love you only I can not tell you how much. The Sun on my canvas only represents your touch; it does not represent the feelings, emotions, and such. God only made several colors, guess she thought they’d be enough . . . So it is in these words, their meanings and their lack there of that you’ll have to use your imagination for some re-creation to try and work it out how much.
    11 answers · Poetry · 5 years ago
  • Any of yins know how to look up old poems on your account?

    Hey peeps! My computer lost a poem titled "Thoughts" that I can't seem to remember... is there a way I can look it up on here without having to go through every question I ever asked. Thank you
    Hey peeps! My computer lost a poem titled "Thoughts" that I can't seem to remember... is there a way I can look it up on here without having to go through every question I ever asked. Thank you
    7 answers · Poetry · 6 years ago
  • How stale are your memories?

    It was so very long ago that something of great insignificance happened Yet the memory seems like that of yesterday's scrambled eggs leftover all day in the microwave clear enough but will never be reheated quite the same
    It was so very long ago that something of great insignificance happened Yet the memory seems like that of yesterday's scrambled eggs leftover all day in the microwave clear enough but will never be reheated quite the same
    14 answers · Poetry · 6 years ago
  • Will you C?C this racial poem?

    The Leopard walked with out dots and The Tiger gave up his stripes The Antelope forgot his horns and the antlers of The Deer were lost. The Coon shared with The Shrew and The Mole could finally see.
    The Leopard walked with out dots and The Tiger gave up his stripes The Antelope forgot his horns and the antlers of The Deer were lost. The Coon shared with The Shrew and The Mole could finally see.
    3 answers · Poetry · 6 years ago
  • Is you got book smarts and throw your bubble gum wrappers on the side of the road?

    THEY They were an ignorant child with their one sighted eyes, their lazy hands and clumsy feet. They believed in fictional best sellers and had no true heart to follow. They couldn’t quite figure out how to change their bath water or keep their groceries rotated and fresh. They were horrible tenants and couldn’t respect property... show more
    THEY They were an ignorant child with their one sighted eyes, their lazy hands and clumsy feet. They believed in fictional best sellers and had no true heart to follow. They couldn’t quite figure out how to change their bath water or keep their groceries rotated and fresh. They were horrible tenants and couldn’t respect property even if it was theirs. Delinquent on their garbage bills, their waste surrounds them. When the authorities finally show up to evict them they will rent a generic moving truck, not a U-haul or Ryder or anything like that, but one without a muffler, a bad catalytic converter and bald tires. They will end up stranded heading South with only their p!ss to fill the radiator. The Buzzards will circle— that’s all they’ll do is circle . . . and laugh.
    7 answers · Poetry · 6 years ago
  • Please respond to said question with a mooshy C/C as I am sensitive.?

    In the tide of time gone by friends can go, disappear and get lost. Am I without friends. In need of those that inspire with pen. I admire the musings of others.
    In the tide of time gone by friends can go, disappear and get lost. Am I without friends. In need of those that inspire with pen. I admire the musings of others.
    9 answers · Poetry · 6 years ago
  • Is it Tuesday or Sunday tomorrow?

    I did not drink yesterday and I did not paint that red enamel on the charcoal grill that was just a coincidence I did not wake or over sleep I emptied the melon chunks from my mind the ants were getting bad the ashtray is always kept dumped and I have hairs in my brow that need plucked and some to peacock I have this job that loves... show more
    I did not drink yesterday and I did not paint that red enamel on the charcoal grill that was just a coincidence I did not wake or over sleep I emptied the melon chunks from my mind the ants were getting bad the ashtray is always kept dumped and I have hairs in my brow that need plucked and some to peacock I have this job that loves hating me and I really have to get around to putting in that screen the June bugs are horrible I did not drink yesterday
    11 answers · Poetry · 7 years ago
  • Anybody know the statute of limitations in the state of Ohio for forgery?

    My wife has got me in a world of ****.
    My wife has got me in a world of ****.
    6 answers · Law Enforcement & Police · 7 years ago
  • Please c/c this poem of absolute nonesense......?

    HELL The hall: dark, long Walls of Tuscany gold February like clouds lift As if . . . Sun shines Beckoning on words Forward always too Rodin carved doors Demanding authority Pity . . . battle ram Needless—unlatched Gait steady, stride Gate opened wide Reservations made Prayed . . . I should’ve Baptismal... show more
    HELL The hall: dark, long Walls of Tuscany gold February like clouds lift As if . . . Sun shines Beckoning on words Forward always too Rodin carved doors Demanding authority Pity . . . battle ram Needless—unlatched Gait steady, stride Gate opened wide Reservations made Prayed . . . I should’ve Baptismal disappointment Obsidian orbs Indiscriminately capturing Light eternally held Fell . . . unmentionable depths Arson, murder, theft A chair, a throne Mine to have Minds to own Else led to the hall Dark and long
    6 answers · Poetry · 7 years ago
  • You wanna go were everybody no's your name?

    The Alley and an Open Barstool The moist stampering of the rats feet muffled the sound of excessive merriment. The brick walls loosing their mortar like falling off drunken flies. The tobacco smoke of guilt and the greasy smell of envy. The happy sound of a puddle being squashed by a tire, and the crows on the wires. The sirens of... show more
    The Alley and an Open Barstool The moist stampering of the rats feet muffled the sound of excessive merriment. The brick walls loosing their mortar like falling off drunken flies. The tobacco smoke of guilt and the greasy smell of envy. The happy sound of a puddle being squashed by a tire, and the crows on the wires. The sirens of stupidity yell . . . a warmer place around the corner with beer.
    9 answers · Poetry · 7 years ago
  • Is four inches considered huge to a midget?

    I have a date tonight
    I have a date tonight
    6 answers · Polls & Surveys · 7 years ago
  • What does one mean by peace?

    Cold finger long nail soft heart sorry intestines heaving and bleeding
    Cold finger long nail soft heart sorry intestines heaving and bleeding
    4 answers · Poetry · 7 years ago
  • Can someone please tell me the metaphor in this poem?

    Billy don't like Bob, and that black kid runs like the devil. Casey should be safety and Tom should be tackle. Maria looks good as the mascot, and I didn't get that position he got. Please hurry, it's due by fifth period.
    Billy don't like Bob, and that black kid runs like the devil. Casey should be safety and Tom should be tackle. Maria looks good as the mascot, and I didn't get that position he got. Please hurry, it's due by fifth period.
    12 answers · Poetry · 7 years ago
  • May I please share a bit of nonesensical writing with you?

    The Corner of My Eye thought I saw a windchime today thought it was you walking my way the wind blew and you sang fleeting moments do not last and the winds have shadows that they cast
    The Corner of My Eye thought I saw a windchime today thought it was you walking my way the wind blew and you sang fleeting moments do not last and the winds have shadows that they cast
    13 answers · Poetry · 7 years ago
  • Will you please not critique this poem . . .?

    (Actually it's just a sentence) ODE TO DECIDE I stood in the doorway of guilt and forgiveness, not knowing which way to turn; I tripped over the threshold and fell the wrong way.
    (Actually it's just a sentence) ODE TO DECIDE I stood in the doorway of guilt and forgiveness, not knowing which way to turn; I tripped over the threshold and fell the wrong way.
    13 answers · Poetry · 8 years ago
  • How many times have you watched Titanic . . . ?

    Shultzie???? Hmmmmm
    Shultzie???? Hmmmmm
    9 answers · Polls & Surveys · 8 years ago