Poetry Tag

Jack and Jill lay on the hill, Dreaming of clouds and shapes. Jack saw rats and cute kitty cats, But Jill’s dragon helped them escape. Photo by theaucitron...

There once was a lady, hailing from the circus Whose beard was so long, she would curse it But there was something about her I was smitten, her lover I’d braid it but her girth made me nervous Photo by ‘Playingwithbrushes’...

pretty little thing, won’t you spin and dance and sing? mend your broken spring. Photo by Alex of Gothenburg...

Rod in hand, I went to the lake, To fish for trout with my dog Jake. I cast my line, it went plop-plop. We waited for nature’s wat’ry crop. The sun grew high and I began to doze, Then I felt my friend’s cold nose. The...

There once was an alien named Xanarax Who wanted to play the tenor sax But the human didn’t care She wouldn’t even share. So he ate her brain and saved the eyes for snacks. Photo by marfis75...

spinning flying orb your lasers burned my house down take me up with you Photo by Mr Thinktank...

I should like to be a horse, So long as it’s a paint, of course. Flying riderless across the plain, Wind tickling my flowing mane. Splashing through shallow river bends, Thundering along with all my friends. Yes, a horse is what I’d be, If the choice...

Daddy says it’s time to sleep, To go to bed with naught a peep. The clock winds down, the hour late. I know I have to face my fate. I trundle off towards my room, To soldier on, to greet the doom. Lurking darkly behind the...

I opened my eyes and could not see. Nothing but black in front of me. I lay supine upon this bed, Thinking I’d be better dead. The night nurse came and checked the dials She tapped the tubes and filled the vials. The salves and pills...

Prickly pointy spikes Drawing blood with slightest brush Struggling to survive...

Doug is dressed in his party best, In a feathered hat and a sequined vest. With an icy beer in each hand, He’d rock it out, with the band. Poker chips and tasty steak, And all the fun there is to make. Play the tunes, turn...

Matted-hair and rotted teeth, what evil danger lurks beneath? Pointed talons and razor claw, drags you into a gaping maw. He hides in closets and under beds, ripping, shredding, bloody red. Lurking darkly behind the door, what’s that creaking on the floor? Banging, scraping in...